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You may giggle, but it's true. The place is teeming with elderly Ukrainians and at least in my family's experience, the name St. Joe's comes up immediately when you start to tackle the topic of palliative care. I've personally seen a few people wither in this very hospital, but if you've gotta take your last breath somewhere, it may as well be St. Joe's - it's trumps!
I've been here more times than I care to recall - there was the Butternut Squash Incident™ of 2006 (I'm still missing feeling in my thumb, seriously), The Mandoline Mishap™ of 2007, a bout with whooping cough (again, not joking), a SARS scare and various other visits for fancy tests. If you have to get any sort of blood work, ultrasounds or specialist followup work done, ask your doctor if you can have it done at St. Joe's. Super accessible by TTC - the 501 Queen streetcar drops you off out front, if not the 504 King makes a stop along Roncesvalles and you get out at Marion Street.
St. Joe's is simply trumps when it comes to patient care!
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