In 2009, my husband and partner in business and in life became very ill. A fall on a chair initiated a string of events that changed our lives forever. He first complained of severe pain in his back and neck. A customer at our Austin coffee shop traded chiropractic adjustments for coffee, but the pain worsened with each chiropractic visit. Read full story
He then began experiencing pain in his knee, the next day in his foot, then his hands, the next day his elbow. Within two weeks, he couldn’t walk without help, and had numbness in his feet. An ER doctor drew a remarkable amount of fluid from his knee. Each visit to the urgent care clinic, ER, and doctor’s office had the same result: doctor scratches head, runs tests, writes prescription for narcotics to help relieve the pain, and sends Duane home.
Four weeks after the initial fall, Duane was 30 pounds lighter and couldn’t walk. He was taking heavy narcotics that helped him sleep a little, but he was visibly and audibly in extreme pain. As a wife, mother, and business owner, now down a major contributor to the business. I knew I was failing on all fronts. I had taken a second job to try to cover bills, my kids’ grades were falling, the house was a mess, the fridge empty, and I had no idea how my wonderful children were even doing. It was a very dark, tumultuous time.
Alternative care? Not an option. Not even on the radar.