“My Name Is Tracy” (Ontario)
Mar 12, 2012
Editor’s note: The following is a letter from a Wind Turbine Syndrome sufferer in Ontario, to another, Sue Hobart, in Falmouth, Mass.
Yesterday was a very bad day for us. Spirits are very low. My son and I had a discussion just last night. We talked about people and money; people not caring about others; the humiliation we have felt; the fight that is ahead of us; the scars that will be with us for the rest of our lives. Like yourself, my government and the wind companies have destroyed my life. They almost killed me. I am not out of the woods yet.
I went to my home today—my home where I cannot live. I still have some of my things there, where I had left them. I walked the property, looking at the trees I had planted over the years; looking back at a life that no longer exists, or ever will. It was very sad. I drove around the township, again surprised at yet another new real estate listing and even more vacated houses.
Approximately one in three houses are empty. Two of the vacant homes were homes of young families with children. I was glad they were able to leave. Others have left; a few have passed on (died). I consider myself fortunate that my son had the sense to get us out of there. Today I tolerated half an hour of exposure to low frequencies. When I left, I had started to become lethargic. I was dizzy, nauseous. My head hurt. I felt such pressure.
Each day is tough. Last night we also talked about others who had it worse than us; kids who are sick and hungry. When the going gets tough, I remind myself I am warm, I have a place to lay my head and enough food. I take it one day at a time. I walk, lots. I meditate. It helps.
I attended a meeting with our department of health on Thursday night. As yourself, my son cannot bring himself to attend any more of these “gong shows.” I went to support Stephana Johnston and others presenting deputations. I returned to the place I stay, very upset and angry because of the ignorance displayed by some of the health officials.
A neighbor from home told me last night, I must not give up. If you give up they win. Ironically, these are the same words I said to my son just a short time earlier. I also told him, as others have told you: he needs to take a time out. Rest and recharge. I know, easier said than done
Have faith and comfort knowing there are many who are going to bat for people like us. Hang in there. Life may not be the same, but it will get better.
January 23, 2012