Joyce Myles-Ferguson

I light this candle to celebrate the life of Dr. Joyce, our family doctor and friend!!

Dr Joyce was eyerone's sweetie as we were to her. She was kind to all her patient's and her staff. Dr Joyce and I had the same feeling about computers they are too confusing and i sure miss her.
Love & Miss You Pat Madoche. Devon

I never met Dr. Joyce, but I know she was truly loved and respected by her stepsons - Dan, Lawrence and Tim. So sorry for your loss, boys, she sounded like a remarkable woman and I know you all cared deeply for her.

She had a lot to be proud of, although I doubt she even knew the breadth of the mark she has made on this world. She was so special, she could chat with you about ghosts, spirits and all manners of things, pause to listen to the birds, or the soft wind blowing the wind chimes, and then tell you about the time she had to remove shot gun pellets from some guys belly as a surgeon in Slave Lake. The stern discipline and commitment she learned from her father, proving to be the secret to getting through medical school in England. The College of Surgeons granted her lifetime membership in honor of her 50 years as an M.D. Good job Joyce! I can hear saying, “good job kiddo!” On the surface, she was a true professional, but underneath that, she had the most jovial of spirits, with a soft heart and encyclopedic brain. But she made everyone feel at ease, lab coat or not. She might well have thrown you off with her English accent, that was suggestive of a certain sophistication and then she would disarm you with her humour, entertaining you with her many tales, about the special dogs she raised and trained, winning ribbons at shows. She loved her seasons, had a special place for Hawaii in her heart. I remember her having two large great Danes when she married my father. Books were also some of her favorite passions. She loved 'all Gods creatures'. But I think her most cherished passion were 'the people' in her life. Be it her neighbors, her patients, new friends, or those cherished friends she made overtime. She lived for others, and loved so many. She loved people. You know who you are.
God blessed us with you Joyce, for you loved being our step-mom, my brothers and I, even after saying goodbye to my father 34 years ago. My Dad shed his mortal coil in 1977, but not after elaborate plans to buy an Orchid farm near Hilo with his second wife, my step-mom. She had the unfortunate task of having to accompany my Dad's sister to inform us, me and my brothers, of our fathers passing. However, she became fast friends with my mother, and the two of them were best of friends, as well, my Dads sister, the other Joyce. My step dad called them the twisted sisters. Joyce saw to it that each of us, my two brothers and I, were awarded with a trip to Hawaii, for graduating high school. I wonder what she would have done had any of us garnered a degree. She thought we should have done more with our lives, and felt personally responsible for not motivating us to scholastic greatness. I think she made a promise to my dad not to let any of us grow up to be truck drivers. Still, she loved us anyways despite ourselves, and always opened her home and heart to us. She was always there for us in a snap. We were all fortunate to have her open doors for us when all three of us blew out knees.
Anyways, my step-ma gave me an amazing glimpse behind the scenes of what it was to be a doctor. To see my fathers name behind Dr. Joyce Myles was a privelage and an honor especially as she was such an extraordinary Doctor who was cherished by all of her clients. She is currently somewhere between Heaven and Hilo, Hawaii, I remain convinced, and the fridge is fully stocked with her favorite beer. She is surrounded by a gaggle of friends, family and her Danes and show poodles. She was very good to us. At last she is free of pain now and likely greeted by my father, her brothers and beloved parents from England. She is free of this coldest of winter, and embraced by the sensational spring in heaven where the birds and the Angels are always singing.
I know she leaves behind a better world. So many folks that she has touched. I know her little neighborhood near Devon is likely distraught, because all the neighbors knew her, and loved her and cared for her as one of their own. She was so much to so many. Despite how awful her last few years were physically, and how frustrating and limiting it became for Joyce, inside she was of robust and indestructible spirit and intellect that was fearless, curious and unafraid. She believed, without question, in a higher power. She always put everyone else's welfare before hers. She never quit being a Doctor. Her body quit on her. I know she would want us to celebrate her life, and her passage Home. Gone to where others have gone before her, from whence she came, and back to where we all must return. Somewhere between here, Hilo, and Heaven.
I would like to say a special thank you to a special lifelong friend of Joyce. For the tender and loving care you gave to Joyce in her most difficult hours. Susan, you were a blessing and I thank you for being there, and taking such good care her, and seeing to it that she would not be alone, that she could leave here from her home. “That special oasis, out near Devon.“

Known as Dr. Mom to our family. She will always be remembered as a loving, caring soul. A special friend to my mom and those who knew her. I know the two of them are smiling and laughing in heaven. Friends forever...

XXOO

Dr Myles Ferguson was my doctor for approx. 10 years while she was in west Edmonton. I'm saddened to hear of her passing. She was a gentle soul, compassionate and knowledgeable. My appointments with her were sometimes very serious but always I felt cared for. May God keep her in his home forever.

Over the years Joyce has become part of our family and will have a special place in our hearts forever.
The Bennett Family

Joyce was my Dr for many years until she retired from her west end practice. A most caring, understanding person and confidant for me for a long time.