I’m really enjoying going to Project Walk with Nick. I get 3 days a week of quality time with him and with myself. We get an hour of conversation each way. Sometimes we use that time to plan and day dream. Other times (like today) we use it to make necessary phone calls. I drop him off 30-40 minutes before his session starts and head straight for the beach. After an hour of sprints, lunges, stairs, and some of my most inspired thinking, I go back to see the second half of Nick’s work out. I find great value in watching his journey with therapy. I’m living it! Ten months ago I all but lost my own legs, I’m so invested.
We were having a wonderful day until we got home at 3PM. It turns out Nick’s phantom pain has been unusually persistent for the past week, but it never got brought up. What a thoughtful guy. He hates complaining and being negative, so he just kept it to himself. Well, this afternoon it was just too much for him to bear.
It’s amazing how therapeutic and healing deep breathing is. He started his quest to feel better by drawing in some slow, deep breaths; exhaling into relaxation and allowing his weary body to sink into the bed. Full-lung breathing is phenomenal, but touch is far more healing. The iPod played soothing Indian sitar music while I massaged his back and legs for 40 minutes. The painful, throbbing sensations weren’t gone, but he surmounted the heavy emotions and helplessness so deeply rooted in his phantom pains.
Moments like these happen more often than I write about, but it’s the methods we use to heal and overcome such heartache that I am most proud of. I recall some of my worst moments since Nick’s accident being alleviated by a hug, shoulder rub, or caress on my hand. Human touch is powerful beyond words. In fact one of Nick’s favorite emotional diffusers over the years has been to reach out and touch my hand. My anger or frustration always melts away and I instantly know that love transcends those negative, painful emotions.