My name is Paulene, and I’m 52 years old. My life, as I once knew it, came to a screeching halt after a car accident on November 28, 2018. What followed was an unrelenting nightmare of physical and emotional pain, and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever escape it.
The accident left me with excruciating pain in my back, neck, shoulders, and legs. Simple tasks like standing, walking, or even lying down felt unbearable. Getting in and out of my car—a movement most people don’t think twice about—took me up to 20 minutes, accompanied by tears and frustration. I felt trapped in a body that betrayed me.
Leaving the hospital on crutches with a swollen leg and a back that didn’t even feel like mine was just the beginning. Steroids meant to help with my pain caused excessive weight gain and plunged me into depression. I eventually had to resign from my job as a retail supervisor because I could no longer meet the physical demands. The little joys, like watching my daughter’s basketball games, slipped away. Life had narrowed into a cycle of pain and survival.
Doctors offered solutions I wasn’t willing to accept. Surgery and spinal injections felt too invasive, especially since I had yet to meet someone who found lasting relief from them. When I declined, my pain management appointments were canceled, and I was left to navigate this agony on my own. I turned to painkillers, taking them several times a day, but they barely dulled the sharp edges of my suffering.
I struggled to sleep at night, tossing and turning as pain radiated through my body. Driving was another ordeal—the slightest bump in the road would send shockwaves through my back. Even worse was the emotional pain of watching my children care for me when it should have been the other way around. I felt like a burden, helpless and alone.
That’s when Nick, my dear friend, stepped in. Seeing my struggle, he recommended Brian at The Miracle of Massage. At first, I was skeptical. After all, none of the medical professionals I had seen offered much hope without invasive treatments. But Nick insisted, and I was desperate enough to try.
Meeting Brian was like a ray of sunlight piercing through storm clouds. From our first conversation, his calm demeanor, extensive knowledge, and unwavering patience gave me hope. He took the time to explain the root causes of my pain and how his approach could help. Before each session, he prayed—a gesture that brought me unexpected comfort.
My first session was intense, to say the least. Tears streamed down my face as Brian worked to release the tension in my body. It felt like torture in the moment, but by the end, something shifted. For the first time in years, I felt relief. Walking to my car was easier. I got into my seat without the usual struggle. It wasn’t just progress; it was a miracle.
Now, months later, most days, I am completely pain-free. I am back at work, standing, bending, and walking through long shifts without any medication. My pain, once a constant 10 on the scale, has been reduced to almost nothing—hovering between 0 and 1 on rare occasions. I sleep through the night, wake up refreshed, and start my mornings with stretches that I never thought I’d enjoy again. I’ve even returned to using my treadmill, a victory that once felt impossible.
To maintain this pain-free life, I now do bi-weekly and sometimes monthly follow-up sessions with Brian. These sessions are a vital part of my routine, ensuring that I don’t slip back into the pain I endured for so long.
I am endlessly grateful to Brian for his patience, wisdom, and faith. He gave me my life back, and for that, I’ll never be able to thank him enough. The name of his practice, The Miracle of Massage, couldn’t be more fitting. It truly was—and continues to be—a miracle in my life.
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