Let's talk about therapists . . .

 At 80 years old - yes that is right 80 - in my lifetime I have gone to therapist to sort out my feelings and a few who used my hour to discuss their lives and feelings!  Hey wait a minute - I am paying YOU to let me talk!  Seriously yes that happened and I stopped going and reported thru the appropriate channels what was going on.  No idea the result but I hope my complaint gave them pause at least!

And, then life thru me a curve ball and had several surgeries where I ended up having to use other types of therapist . . . the kind that help you walk again after back surgery, knee surgery, sciatica pain.  After chemo where the drugs were so strong that they destroyed my lymphatic system.  

Lymphatic drainage massage therapist are a blessing.  When I immigrated to Canada in 2016 I walked down the ramp in Edmonton and about two years later my mobility was very limited and with that the start of my journey into another uncharted territory that I was never invited to - just dragged into because of the strong protocol to allow me to live from cancer - to survive.  

My first therapist was a fantastic woman in the small town we lived in.  Made great progress and then - COVID hit.  For two years I was not able to continue the treatments.  Then in 2021 we moved to Calgary - still in the throes of COVID and a medical system that was thrown a huge curve - not enough doctors, nurses, aids, emergency rooms fill beyond capacity.  Doctors and clinics not taking new patients, etc, etc, etc.

I finally after a year and a half found a wellness clinic near us.  No they were not taking medical patients (new doctors were being sought).  BUT they had a physical therapist who happened to be skilled as a lymphatic drainage therapist.  The first session was 1 1/2 hrs long.  I knew after that session I had found my therapist.  We connected on several levels - all the important levels.

I have had almost 2 months of sessions with her and today we had a breakthrough.  It's a long process and each sessions starting at the toes and getting the lymphatic systems to "move" start to "push" the fluid to drain - getting it to move - to drain the way it is supposed to drain instead of just sitting in your legs and swelling them to unbelievable size & pain - compromising my mobility.  

Some days Mr B. has to lift my legs onto the bed or the sofa so I can lay down.  I am hoping upon hope this progress is only the beginning.  And, maybe just maybe I will not need my motorized chair as much.  I can hope can't I . . . I remember the little 4 or 5 year old redhead who played beneath the cottonwood tree in our yard dressing up with my Aunt Marian's scarves & jewelry pretending I was a gypsy with bangles dancing under the tree. . . no I can never be that little girl but just maybe I can walk a bit more normal . . . perhaps . . . maybe .  . .

Your in the Sudio with Mrs B

_/|\_  namaste