I have really missed John Sawchuk this summer. He has been a frequent visitor at the Cando Bakery since we opened nine years ago. During the winter John and his wife, Marilyn, live in Florida, but during the other three seasons we see John most every day. He arrives around 10 a.m. laden with mail, having made his first stop the post office. The usual greeting is in Ukrainian, something like "Yak shamiash!" to which I reply "Dobra!" Don’t ask me to translate please! Neither of us knows what we’ve just said but it sounds right. John has a way of looking over his glasses at me, with a gentle smile that melts my heart. He scrutinizes the contents of the display case very carefully before making his choice, which is usually a fruit-filled pastry. Strawberry cream cheese turnovers are his absolute favorite. Then he finds an empty seat at one of the tables. I pour his coffee, being careful to supply him with creamer, which he uses liberally. In fact, we often joke with John that he likes coffee with his creamer. The visits last no more than 20 minutes, just long enough to swallow a mug of coffee. Then John gathers up his mail and strolls home. Rain or shine, you can always count on John. John and I have a few connecting threads beyond Cando and the bakery, for he hails from Winnipeg, my hometown. In fact, he is a physician who interned at the same hospital from which I graduated as an RN. Mind you, John was long gone from the hallowed halls of St. Boniface when I was a student nurse there. Someday I plan to write a few stories from my years in nursing, such as "Nurse Shiela of Surgery," a sort of Nancy Drew Mystery meets Harlequin Romance. But I digress. John and Marilyn, his sweetheart of 50 years, were married right after John graduated from medical school. Following his internship, young Dr. and Mrs. Sawchuk moved south to Rolette, ND, where they lived happily for 23 years. John had a busy family practice. Marilyn was busy too, raising Ted, Cathy and Jennifer. All was as it should be. Then in 1983, at the age of 51, John had a devastating stroke. This affected his memory and left him unable to communicate, effectively ending his medical career. There must have been some very painful times for the entire family while coming to terms with John’s condition. In 1999 the Sawchuks relocated to Cando where their daughters had settled. Ted had followed in Dad’s footsteps and was practicing medicine in Fargo, a comfortable three-hour drive from Cando. The Sawchuks have a close relationship with their children, the grandkids, their church and the community. Marilyn keeps in touch with old friends from Rolette and Winnipeg, including some of John’s classmates. For the past fourteen years the couple has motored to Clearwater, FL to enjoy summer all year round. But this year may be different. Perhaps worsening health may preclude such a long trip. So the plan for this coming winter may be to stay put in Cando and attend grandson Calvin’s basketball games instead. Just when I began to think we would not see John at the bakery again, last week he walked in behind Cathy. He was unusually quiet. Cathy picked out the baked goods and suggested they sit down to have coffee. But when I brought the steaming mugs, and of course, the creamer to the table, I saw the old John emerge. "Dobra!" he said, to which I replied, "Yahniznyu!" Who knows what we said; it is enough to know that we said it. In September the Sawchuks will be attending the University of Manitoba Medical School’s Class of 1958 Reunion. They will no doubt bring greetings from the Cando Bakery to John’s classmate Walter Syslak, my former anesthesia partner. There’s another connecting thread.
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