Referencing myo-facial massage. My wife heard of this and insisted I go. After three weeks I gave in to her insistence (cutting edge nagging) and made an appointment. The therapist had on a white medical coat and led me to a small room that was very nicely decorated in earthy tones. Fresh flowers and soft music set the mood. He had a very relaxing voice and instructed me to remove my shoes and lay down on the table. A very soft and comfortable table at that. All the time we are talking and I am telling him of my AN diagnosis and my wife had read that this massage might help. He is listening and explaining about the forces in nature and how we need to learn to channel these forces to promote healing. (starting to feel a little uncomfortable). Then the lights get very dim and he starts to massage my feet. I immediately and strongly tell him the tumor is in my head and he is at the wrong end. This is the start of the calming massage he says as he gently massages my calves and then the side and front on my thighs. Ok, enough is enough, I was calm before he started but now I am on edge and wondering what all this has to do with head. I voiced my opinions about his techniques and how he has disrupted my calm and brought me to a place of emotional discomfort. The session ended early with me politely but firmly telling him this is not working. Lights on, music off, and I was out of there. Not exactly what I was expecting and later I thanked my wife for her concern and suggestive help, but next time please listen to me when I say no.
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