Early in January, I walked into my chiropractor’s office for an adjustment to the vertebrae in my neck. I have suffered from migraines for over four decades. Some years ago, the migraines were exacerbated by herniated disks in my neck and back, courtesy of an automobile injury wherein I was T-boned by a truck running a red light. After x-rays, MRI’s, and a battery of prodding, poking and therapies, I was told I would likely need surgery.
My husband endured a spinal fusion at the age of thirty-two. Witnessing his pain and complications, I determined that I would, at all costs, avoid surgery. Choosing this path of personal responsibility started me on a journey stewarding my own health and wellbeing. I considered the foods, supplements and medications I put into my body, as well as the therapies, modalities, and fitness regime that I employed. I chose chiropractic treatment as one element of my own personal self-care. Being an active participant in my own care, and tracking how my body responds has led me on a path of fewer medications, and a greater number of healthful actions. Over the years when my medical practitioners have asked if I wanted to take a flu vaccine, I have opted out, seeking to limit medications where possible.
As I prepared for my therapy, my chiropractor returned to a topic of conversation that I had brought up in passing at my last visit. In a purely matter-of-fact manner, I had mentioned that my husband had received his first Covid-19 vaccination. For our family, it was a milestone, as well as a point for celebration. It marked the turning of a corner on this very long journey.