Opinion: I see the toll of Bill 2 on doctors like my dad

For the past 16 years, my father and I have built something together — Clinic MDCM in Montreal.

But my memories of medicine go back much further than that.

As a child, weekends often meant a trip with my dad to St. Mary’s Hospital. He’d tell me, “I just have to check on a few patients,” and I would tag along, holding his hand through the quiet hallways. I didn’t understand much about what he did — only that he was needed, and that his patients mattered deeply to him.

Those small visits became part of the rhythm of our lives. Medicine wasn’t something my father did; it was who he was.

Even as a child, I could sense his purpose. I remember the nurses smiling when he walked in, patients’ families quietly thanking him, and the way he never rushed through a conversation.

It wasn’t about ti