My old man got a "compassionate pension" from the CAF (read... yeah, we know what happened but we won't admit it in writing) for his exposure over the years and especially at Chalk River which was never named a disaster at the time.

He was at Upshot Knothole and others and he worked in the Ontario cobalt fields. They used to take their film tags off when they reached their weekly limit on Tuesday so they could continue to work. Then... the Chalk River cleanup. Call it ironic, maybe, but the English doc at the Saint John hospital finally said to me, "At this point, it's medical research." when I asked why they were giving him more radiation treatments. I told him I had promised Dad, at his request, that I wouldn't let him die in Saint John. He said he would arrange for an ambulace to take Dad to Moncton the next day. I asked why he couldn't do it that day. He said, "I think he deserves the final dose." I understood. Dad died at 6PM the next day... in Moncton. Irony? The radiation made him sick and the radiation euthanized him. It was rough but it was right. I think he knew and I think he agreed to go to Saint John for two reasons but I can type the words.