The Story
It was a snowy, winter evening in Minnesota, the nights when we’d hunker down with friends for games and fellowship. With snow-laden boots, I ventured to the basement on the wooden staircase, when my feet swiftly slid out from under me descending step by step on my tailbone. I had never experienced anything so excruciating. Many health care providers checked me out with no relief. I could not sit normally for years, always slightly cock-eyed to one side. The thought of having to poop nearly brought me to tears. Time passed, the future of kids was nearing, but the thought of delivering a human was even more daunting.
I had been a JFB Myofascial Release Practitioner for a few years and had knowledge of the women’s health treatment within this approach. I knew I had to do something, so decided to trek to Sedona, Arizona for a week of treatment at Therapy on the Rocks with John and his talented staff. This is where my journey into holistic...