I think one of the things I'd like to see is a recognition of—I don't know how to put this politically correctly—ethnicity. I'm French Canadian. You guys all know that, but I'm also native. I eat a little differently from other people. When I go to the nutritionist at the clinic, they're this big. They eat two apples and an orange and that's it. That's their life. They don't understand that I like poutine, and I like pattes de cochon and I like meat pie. I was raised on venison and various other things. They just don't understand.
I spent 43 years trying to adapt myself to their box. They've never recognized the Métis in me. They never have. They've never taken the time to say.... I'm in English Canada really in southern Ontario. It's a constant struggle.