Olga was a second generation Ukrainian Canadian born in 1913 on a small farm in Central Alberta. As a young girl at the age of eight she had witnessed the horror of her parents being murdered in front of her by a man wielding a shotgun. This incident for the young Olga defined her life. Shortly after the murder of her parents she was put into an orphanage with nuns that were cruel and strict. No longer did she feel the loving warmth of the farmhouse where she once lived with her parents. At the orphanage Olga did not speak to anyone and would sit alone staring out the window thinking about the night that her parents were murdered. No matter what happened through the day this one thought was always on her mind. She hoped that it would eventually go away but she knew that it likely wouldn't.
By the age of 15 she left the orphanage and went to live with another family on a farm. This family had a daughter named Violet who Olga took a liking to. They became best friends, almost like sisters.
When Olga turned seventeen she met an eighteen year old man named Petro and they fell in love. A year later they were married and moved to a farm of their own and within a couple of years they had three children. But sadly, her last child named Glady died at eight weeks old. Olga was devastated.
Now in her thirties Olga lived on the farmstead with her children and Petro. Sometimes years would go by before she left the farm to go anywhere. It was in this period of her life that Olga started to develop crippling migraines that would last months at a time. She went to see a doctor but he said that nothing was wrong with her. The only advice he gave her was to take aspirin when she had the migraine. At first the aspirin helped but soon she found that she needed heavier doses to kill the pain in her head. Eventually she would take them several times a day, almost like eating candy. Over time the aspirin no longer worked and she merely dealt with the daily misery of migraines.
During her 30s and 40s, across a twenty year period she only left the farm twice for both of her son's weddings. In her 40s she never left the farm at all as her condition worsened to the point that she was bed ridden. There she lay in bed staring at the ceiling and when she no longer wanted to stare at the ceiling she sat in a chair by the window and looked out into the fields.
Then one day she no longer a had a migraine and for a few seconds she felt human again. But quickly the horrifying memories from her youth of her parents being murdered came back. She quickly blocked them out with all the power of her mind. The migraines came back instantly as she strained her mind to the maximum to keep those horrible memories from entering her mind.