Hi - I’m One of the owners of The Harbour Diner in Hamilton, Ontario.
2 years ago, pregnant with my second child, I ate some Tums to combat indigestion as almost any pregnant woman will tell you they’ve done. Before I knew it, I was in the hospital in essentially a calcium-induced coma for 12 days and when I woke up, I had lost much of my sight. My pupils had stopped dilating, and I was declared “legally blind”.
I can often recognize shapes, but not the details. Some days are better than others, depending on the sun/light.
It’s been a major adjustment as you might imagine.
My husband gave up his life to take care of myself and the diner too.
When my regular customers come in, my (amazing) staff members have to tell me who the customers are and what table they’re at so I can greet them.
Of course, I lost my license and can no longer drive. I rely on my 6 year old who helps me do the grocery shopping because I can no longer decipher what’s on the shelves.
My whole life (and my family’s too) have been flipped upside down, during one of the toughest times that restaurants have faced with the repeated lockdowns of the last few years and the overwhelming price hikes for food which have reduced our profit margins significantly. We have been struggling to pay, our bills, our staff, let alone ourselves and keep our staff who have not only become family, but essential to keeping the diner running.
I first started in this diner 12 years ago and have cooked every dish from my heart since that day. This diner is my home. I know my way around this place like the back of my hand, and with the incredible support of my staff/family, I am able to continue to run the restaurant on the right side of history and create a safe haven for people from all walks of life including myself and my family.
But the fact of the matter is, the restaurant is struggling financially. I can’t bear the thought of losing the one thing I know I can confidently do to bring income to my family despite my loss of sight.
I need to try to save this diner before it's too late.
Asking for help is not something I’ve been good at in my lifetime. I’ve always been the type to muscle through and make things work on my own. I have taken pride in my independence and my strength.
But if the last two years have taught me anything, it’s that sometimes the truest sign of strength is asking for help when it’s needed.
And so I’m asking you for help.
Come on down to support us!
If you can find it in your hearts to assist us in staying open we will be forever thankful to you and your kindness!!
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Much love ⚓️ ❤️
