And so it begins… the local launch of a (hopefully) massive letter writing and public protest campaign to once again let the “powers that be” in the big cities of Kentville and Halifax know that rural Nova Scotia counts for something too! It’s a familiar tune for rural Nova Scotians who over recent decades have lost services time and time again to the “bigger” towns and cities. It is not a problem unique to Annapolis Royal and area by any means, but because Annapolis Royal is my home, that is my focus right now.
This blog may take the form of a personal rant, or a number of personal rants before I am through… but then it’s my personal blog and if I want to rant I guess that’s my right. So fasten your seatbelt or close this window and do something else – your choice entirely!
So with the “rumours” surrounding the once again tenuous future of the Annapolis Community Health Centre (formerly the Annapolis General Hospital), the local population is mobilizing once again to stand their ground against the big guns who seems to believe somehow that we don’t need 24 hour emergency service in our area. Evidently they think that rural Nova Scotians are a much hardier stock than urban folk and thus conclude that emergency services are a frill that we don’t require.
Now the Minister’s Office is quick to try to dispell the rumours… no, they say, we are not considering permanent closure of ER services at the Annapolis Community Health Centre. So what exactly does the word “permanent” mean? And I don’t expect they are contemplating closure… right now… because it is much easier to bleed us to death over time than it is to actually cut something outright. So the first step will be no graveyard shift at our ER, then it will be no evenings or weekends, then there will be no ER services at all. But make no mistake their long term goal at this point is eventual closure. This is why we must make noise… a lot of noise… and together we must fight this urban management (or mismanagement) of our rural resources.
Don’t know if anyone else out there is a Seuss fan, but I am. And I think about “Horton Hears a Who” at times like this. In short form, Whoville was in peril and each Who was trying to make noise to resolve the problem. The more Whos that shouted, the louder they became… but it wasn’t quite enough. So they ran around Whoville and made sure that every single Who joined the chorus and with that last Who shouting loudly, guess what? They were heard, and Whoville was saved. Well folks, we’re the Whos. And we all, every one of us, need to join the chorus of “this is not acceptable” to the Province of Nova Scotia and to our Valley Health Board or we risk losing much that we value.
To quote the book:
“This,” cried the Mayor, “is your towns darkest hour!
The time for all Whos who have blood that is red
To come to the aid of their country!” he said.
“We’ve GOT to make noises in greater amounts!
So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!”
And then…
“Their voices were heard! They rang out clear and clean.
And the elephant smiled. “Do you see what I mean?…
They’ve proved they ARE persons, no matter how small.
And their whole world was saved by the smallest of All!”















