Whats a big brother for anyway? When Carman Giacomantonio told his older brother Mike he wanted to go to university and then on to veterinarian college, Mikes reaction went kind of like this:
Why would you want to take care of dogs when you can take care of people?
A few years later, Nicholas gave big bro Mike a call as well. Like Carman, Nick, then a mechanic, was seeking the blessing of the first person in the family to go into medicine.
So I called Mike, recounts Nick. And he says, Why would you ever want to be a doctor when you could be a great mechanic?
Gathered in Carmans office in the old Victoria General Hospital in Halifax, the three brothers Mike, 58, Carman, 49, and Nick, 46 share a laugh at the remembrance. Mike protests he wanted Nick to be sure he was making the right choice; Nick says Mike liked having someone handy to fix his fancy cars.
After a few detours, Carman and Nick eventually did stumble onto the path Mike had blazed, from Whitney Pier to med school and on to successful medical and teaching careers. Mike (BSc 71, MD 76, PGM 81) is a surgeon. Hes the chief of the Division of Pediatric Surgery at the IWK Health Centre in Halifax and associate professor of surgery at AV整氈窒. Carman (BSc 87, PGM 97, MSC 98) is an oncologist. Hes the head of Nova Scotias Surgical Oncology Network, an associate professor of surgery at AV整氈窒 and the clinical head of the recently announced breast health clinic at the IWK Health Centre. Nick (BSc 87, PGM 98) is a cardiologist. Hes the director of cardiac rehabilitation for the Capital District Health Authority and assistant professor of medicine at AV整氈窒. Hes also the founder of the Heartland Tour, an annual 1,000-kilometre bike tour he started last summer to talk about heart health in communities across Nova Scotia. There is another Giacomantonio brother 54-year-old Joe a pharmaceutical rep who lives and works in Cape Breton.
Tell by the socks
These days, the doctors share the same hard-to-pronounce seven-syllable surname, the same profession, live within two blocks of each other in Halifaxs south-end neighbourhood and drive Chevy Suburbans, their late dad Jimmys vehicle of choice.
You can see their differences only by lifting their pant legs, jokes Mike. And sure enough their socks have tales to tell: Carman, the headstrong renegade, wears flashy argyles; Mike, who settles on determined as his adjective (Headstrong has a level of energy I dont have, he says dryly), sports cozy homemade hosiery; and Nick, the passionate one, wears red.
The four brothers grew up in hardscrabble Whitney Pier, a part of Sydney located on the east side of Sydney Harbour. Their parents were Italians, born of immigrants who arrived in the Pier at the turn of the last century to take up work at the steel plant. According to family lore, one of their grandfathers arrived in Boston Harbour and was offered a job by one of Al Capones men as soon as he got off the boat. Instead, he took the pearl-handled revolver given him and walked all the way to Cape Breton in search of more honorable employment. Generations of Giacomantonio kids have dug around the foundation of the garage in Whitney Pier, where the fabled revolver is reputedly buried.
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Located literally on the other side of the tracks, Whitney Pier in the 1950s and 60s was home to all kinds of people: Jewish, African, Ukrainian, Yugoslavian, Polish, Italian, Irish, English. Each ethnic community took care of its own, their worlds centred on their individual churches or synagogues. But the children all knew each other, playing in the middle of the street and on the moonscape left by the coke ovens. Moms and dads
and uncles and aunts sat and watched from front steps, smoking and talking in their different languages.
It was the perfect ghetto, says Mike. I cant overstate how rich it was. While it looked poor, it was anything but.
The Giacomantonios lived with one of their grandmothers in a tiny old house on Lingan Road and Uncle Ernie and his family lived right next door. Their dad, Jimmy, and their Uncle Mike eked out a living running a dry-cleaning shop in nearby New Waterford, a coal mining town where there was not a great demand for dry cleaning. Mike grew up speaking Italian, but their parents encouraged their boys to speak English so they might integrate better. Nick says he now knows only a few words in Italian just enough to get my face slapped and is taking classes to learn.
Jimmy, who had shortened his last name to Mantonio so customers could better remember it, was a warm and nurturing father. The sons describe their mom, Angie, as a pillar of strength and determination. A hard-working, intelligent woman, she declared her children would succeed or else. The brothers recalled how shed arrange for one of their cousins to come over and give them pre-exams before real exams.
Academically, if we didnt perform well in school, we would be killed, says Carman matter-of-factly.
At the top of Whitney Piers social strata were the doctors and lawyers. Either of these, Angie decided, were suitable occupations for her sons.
We were brought up to go to university, says Mike, one leg crossed over the other to show a swath of home-made sock. I remember going to school in Halifax and coming back, utterly homesick. My parents pleaded with me to stick it through. They were dedicated to my education. Stay there, they implored, something will kick in if only you stay.
'On a platter'
I was the first. They handed everything to me on a platter.
Once Mike could officially put M.D. behind his last name he and his brothers reclaimed the missing letters g-i-a-c-o his mother was eager to set him up in the family home in Whitney Pier. She was ready to dedicate a room in the house for his practice, even to get a new phone line installed.
She was devastated when he didnt come back to Whitney Pier, says Carman. She had the bureau all set up beside the captains bed and promised the new phone.
But in the end, it was OK to leave, adds Mike, because I was working at the childrens hospital. That was success enough for her.
Meanwhile, Jimmy had died of lung cancer, no doubt because of his three-pack-a-day habit and the dry-cleaning chemicals he worked with. Carman and Nick, then 17 and 13, took their fathers death hard. Without that stabilizing, loving influence in their lives, both boys on the cusp of adulthood spiraled out of control.
You couldnt tell me to sit down and study, says Carman. He was the only one. After high school, Carman began studies at AV整氈窒 but only lasted two years I left by mutual agreement. Six months after leaving, he realized his mistake, but it took six years to return.
He finally graduated with a BSc (Biology) from AV整氈窒 in 1987, with plans for going to AV整氈窒 Medical School afterwards.
'Keep us honest'
His dream was met with a road block, however. I was told very clearly that I would not get in because I was nothing but a lazy joe, he recalls. Decades later, the words still sting. But he dusted himself off and applied to med school at Memorial University of Newfoundland, eventually returning to AV整氈窒 to graduate with a degree in general surgery in 1997 and a masters in pathology in 1998.
Now as teacher himself, its those questioning students he relates to. He says he loves teaching because he learns so much.
Students provide honest feedback to their teachers. I personally take that very seriously. Senior students enjoy challenging us: they dont accept dogma and protocol without evidence. They keep us honest.
As Carman was struggling to find his way, Nick too was kicking against authority; he was acting out and taking easy subjects at school to get by with minimal effort. As an Italian kid from Whitney Pier, he says, teachers didnt expect him to amount to much and he wasnt doing anything to make them change their minds. That is, until a flippant comment from a history teacher at graduation hit like a slap in the face and made him want to prove the naysayer wrong.
He says, Mantonio, the award for the trip to Fantasy Island goes to you, the guy most likely to go nowhere fast. Ive never forgot it.
After high school, Nick went to trade school and got his mechanic licence. He was a pretty good mechanic, he says, but came to a realization he needed more of a challenge. He went back to high school to upgrade his marks and this time made the honours list. After getting his BSc (double honours, Microbiology and Biology) at AV整氈窒 in 1987, he applied to Memorial University on Carmans recommendation. He completed residency training in internal medicine and cardiology at AV整氈窒.
Passion leads to action
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All three brothers agree, theyve found their passion, no matter the route it took. While their dad may have been a dry cleaner, his conscientious example guides them as they respond to the needs of patients and students. Jimmy was honest, meticulous and took pride in a job well done.
You know that old saying, its in the giving that you receive? queries Mike. Well, you know what? Ill be damned if thats not true. And then to get paid on top of that is really quite remarkable.
Theres nothing better than the thanks you get from a patient and knowing that youve helped, says Carman. He pulls open a desk draw stuffed with cards from people hes helped. Interacting with students, he adds, is also incredibly rewarding.
You do what youre passionate about, adds Nick. Personally and professionally, its passion that leads to action and action leads to change. So you just do what you know is right.