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Damming Emotions and ALS

I've been reading some posts from fellow bloggers with this disease and I'm feeling lame.  It appears that they continue to blog whether they feel good or bad.  While I've been mired in despair and self-pity and instead of capitalizing on expressing those feelings I contained them within and I suspect made things worse on myself.  I have had the tendency to hold in my emotions and my massage therapist believes that is the very tendency that could have brought about ALS in the first place.

I have been blessed with a massage therapist that discovered me and approached me with the idea of finding out exactly how massage therapy works with an ALS patient.  She has offered me her services free of charge if only I will be her guinea pig and report back honestly how each of her modalities work on me.  I will tell you, I believe I got the better end of the deal.  She works with wounded warriors out of one of our local military bases as well as her home and she is very proactive in learning about her profession.  As a result I reap the benefit of a dedicated professional who is throwing everything she's got at ALS.  If a regular massage is limited in an success, she employs manual ligament therapy and arthromassage and if that's not enough she throws in a little bit of crystal therapy.

I know that not everybody has access to such treatment modalities but if it is in the realm of possibilities for you, I strongly recommend this as a way to minimize the excruciating of effects of ALS. PALS have the tendency to lose our ability to extend and contract muscles, tendons, and ligaments, my LMP re-stretches them.

On that note got a go…I have an appointment with my LMP.

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