Francis, age 58, came for help with foot pain. She also had some back pain and other, less pressing complaints. I asked her about significant injuries and scars. She said, “Well, I fell in the 3rd grade on a step and hurt my shin, it cut to the bone. But I really can’t talk about it. I’m just funny like that.” Other than her foot pain, her health was good, with no significant problems. She spent her time taking care of infirm and elderly family members. As you know, during a
As I was lying awake in the pre-dawn hours, wondering whether sleep would return, the phone rang. At that hour, it could only be a wrong number or a family emergency from another time zone. “What!?”, I barked into the phone. I heard a small voice. “Nance, could you come over?” It was my neighbor, Gretchen. She has suffered a lifetime of migraines, anxiety disorder and panic attacks, which all escalated after a bitter divorce and an unrelated (and unrelenting) family tragedy.