The room felt small and confining, the walls threatening, we had been asked to leave room 209, a number to be forever engraved on my mind. The recalcitrant nurse had at last understood the condition of my wife, and had finally visited the room, almost 4 hours after being informed that her patient was complaining of lack of oxygen. How could this be? Our destination in the promised land was Cole Harbor to a few miles East of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia...