Just back from physio. Turns out my sore shoulder is an inflammation of some tendons or what is known as frozen shoulder. Probably too much butterscotch ice cream. Seriously, the problem may have resulted from a weakening of tendons due to chemotherapy followed by my imitation of Mike the Mover.
As I began to do the isometric exercises suggested by the therapist, the phone rang.
“Dad, I’ve got an idea for you.” It was my son Derek calling from his home in Hamilton.
“Have you ever heard of iridology.”
“Not really. Does it have something to do with the eye?” I ventured.
“Exactly. It’s an alternative medicine technique which uses characteristics of the eye to determine one’s health status.”
“Sounds like a crock to me,” I answered bluntly realizing that my cynical view was probably based on my memory of watching a practitioner of this method on Dragon’s Den last year. It was an entertaining segment but hardly scientific.
“Look, Dad, don’t be so stubborn. Just give this a try. You’re not going to your oncologist for at least two more months. Why not took a look at your health from a different perspective. I know two people at work who’ve used this technique with great success.”
"Well maybe I’ll look into it,” I answered evasively.
Derek, realizing that was my code for no, replied, “Look, the name of the iridologist is
is Joanne Smith and her office is Mississauga. I’ll set up the appointment for you next week.”
“OK, I’ll go but only if this place isn’t going to try to sell me a pile of vitamins and natural health products.” I realized I was sounding like cynical Mike 1.0.
Thankfully Derek, forever the optimist, didn’t seem to notice my reluctance to climb aboard this new type of life raft.
“Look, they won’t sell you anything you don’t want,” he continued. “It only cost $45 for a consultation and if nothing else, it might make an interesting blog entry.”
And so, I’m off next week to see an iridologist. Seems this cancer journey continues to take me down many a yellow brick road.
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