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So, I'm realizing these days that I don't know anyone who isn't stressed. Work, family, money, natural disasters in the guise of both mother nature and seedy politicians, the fact that we're all growing cell phones out of our ears -- these things are not easy to manage and it just seems clear that as permanent residents in this crazy world we're all bound to get smacked around by the big S on a pretty regular basis. Some years are better than others, but on the whole, we're all freaking out at least a little. Which, as far as I'm concerned, is not that big of a problem. Stress is stress is stress. Always has been, always will be. It's what you do with it that counts. Right?

Everyone wants to be stress free, they want to be pain free, they want their injuries to heal overnight, they want their kids to be geniuses, and above all they want to live more or less forever. That's great, quality of life is important. But

I've been getting a lot of calls this Spring (seems like more than usual) from people desperately looking for relief from the pain of abdominal adhesions. As usual, all of the calls have been coming from people post-surgery -- usually post-multiple-surgeries. By and large, their MDs have had little to no suggestions besides pain meds or more surgery as a way to deal with the pain. Of course, more surgery means more adhesions and pain meds can only mask the pain for so long -- plus, the meds tend to knock people out.

I hear so much frustration and emotional pain at not being able to live life the way they used to or want to. And there is so much fear that they'll never be able to live a normal life again. Most can't really believe they'll ever be pain-free again. They're just looking for enough relief to make life bearable.

What heartens me is that people are searching. Somehow or another they find my little website that I put up to help educate people about alternative treatments for abdominal adhesions. And buried there in the world-

I just finished running my test workshop for the series I'm starting this fall - no surprise that it was ridiculous fun. What I didn’t expect, though, is that giving the workshop really caused me to reflect on how privileged I am to have been formally taught how to touch.