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A Letter to the Profession from the New President at AAAOM
Volunteering for a national, nonprofit organization brings with it such highs, lows, and accomplishments, as well as a steep learning curve.
End of an Era Looms at NYCC
New York Chiropractic College recently announced that Dr. Frank Nicchi will retire in August 2017 after 36 years with the college, the past 17 as president.
A First for the Profession: CCE Accredits First Chiropractic Residencies
The Council on Chiropractic Education (CCE) has awarded accreditation to all five chiropractic residency programs currently administered at Veterans Administration facilities, "the first residency programs in the nation ever to be awarded this distinction, a significant advancement in the evolution of chiropractic education," according to a VA press release announcing the milestone.
Dedicated to Defending Chiropractic
Whether you're a veteran DC or a first-trimester student, the name George McAndrews should be part and parcel of your professional vernacular, as familiar as the word chiropractic.
Little Sticker, Big Impact
It's the end of an election year. Hilary Clinton and Donald Trump were the subject of conversation for everyone, everywhere for the entire 2016 calendar year. I don't think any of us can deny that this election affected us all very deeply on a personal level.
A Q & A About Updated Codes
Yes, indeed there was an update to ICD-10 on Oct.1, 2016. This is a regular update to the diagnosis coding system and this type of update will occur every Oct. 1, just as it did when the ICD-9 system was in place.
Southwest Acupuncture College Brings It to Division 1 Athletes
When Michael Phelps' photograph with the distinctive round marks left by cupping went viral, the Division 1 student athletes treated through the Dal Ward Athletic Center at the University of Colorado (CU) could relate.
A Simple Protocol for Holiday Stress
It's winter, a time when we should be deep in reflection, eating warming foods and sleeping long hours. Following nature's rhythms, we restore our bodies and minds in preparation for the renewal of spring.
News in Brief
New President / CEO Takes Office at Yo San University. Electroacupuncture for Constipation?
Chiro School Reunion: Whatever Happened to...?
I opened the door to the closet slowly, carefully, since I knew it contained a large number of precariously stacked file boxes. It also held numerous outdated gizmos with electrical cords of various lengths that could trip or strangle a person.
Another Chance to Make a Difference
Just a few months ago, "the worst natural disaster to strike the United States since Hurricane Sandy" hit Louisiana. During this storm, one area experienced 31 inches of rain in 15 hours as almost 7 trillion gallons of water rained down in just one week across the state.
Overuse Injuries in Young Athletes (Pt. 2)
Most overuse injuries are benign, but there are some high-risk injuries that, if unrecognized or inappropriately treated, can result in significant loss in time from the sport or even require leaving the sport.
Branding: Set Your Practice Apart
Dr. Brad started his practice seven years ago on a shoestring budget. He created his generic logo in five minutes using a website because he didn't have the time to figure out how to make something special.
6 Steps to Make 2017 Your Best Year Yet
People often ask me what defines success. Success, for me, is simple: doing exactly what you want to do in life. Whether it's the kind of practice you run, your life at home, your hobbies or something else, it's achieving anything you put your mind to.
Herbs for Digestion: The Power of Bitter
Many cultures (and indeed herbal clinicians) around the world have long respected the role of bitter herbs and foods for promoting digestion. For example, aperitifs – drinks consumed before a meal to stimulate appetite and digestion – were originally derived from bitter herbs.
What We Can Learn From Spine Surgery
Patients with lumbar stenosis presumably present for conservative care to improve their quality of life and avoid surgery. However, providing clear guidance to these patients can be difficult for a number of reasons.
Assessing Core Stability and ROM: 5 Basic Checks
One of the first steps in addressing core stability is assessing static posture, ranges of motion, and motion of the pelvic bones, sacrum, femurs, lumbar spine and thoracic spine.
2016: A Year in the Life of Acupuncture
Happy Holidays, may you, your family and friends have peace, joy and blessings throughout this special time of year. As 2016 comes to a close, we can look back and celebrate the many events and accomplishments for the profession of acupuncture.
Meshing TCM With Environmental Pediatrics: Where's the Overlap?
Pediatrics has a long history within Chinese medicine dating back to the late Han dynasty (i.e., the late 200s CE), with the two primary areas of emphasis being herbal medicine and xiao er tui na (pediatric massage).
DVT: Know the Signs and You Could Save a Life
I lost a friend several months ago. He died from a pulmonary embolism (PE) secondary to a deep-vein thrombosis (DVT) that originated in his lower leg. Bobby was in his mid-60s, soft-spoken and had a big heart.
All Fiber Is Not Created Equal
Sometimes the best place to start is at the end. So, the conclusion of this article is that all fiber is good ... but some fiber is better. Let's break it down. There are two main types of fiber: soluble fiber and insoluble fiber.
Can a Multivitamin Reduce Breast Cancer Recurrence?
There is a great deal of controversy regarding the value of multivitamin supplements in cancer prevention. However, with respect to preventing breast cancer recurrence, an important study was published in the Journal of Breast Cancer Research and Treatment in 2011 by Kwan ML, et al.
Molecular Motors: Tiny Machines Behind the Rhythm of Life
In the clinic, we aim to restore healthy patterns of movement for qi that has gotten trapped or misdirected, or may have even collapsed. We may be focused on freeing stagnation, releasing heat or redirecting counterflow qi, but it often comes down to helping re-establish a flow of sorts.
November, 2001, Vol. 01, Issue 11
Bringing Relief to WTC Rescue Workers
Masssage Services Provided at New York City's Stuyvesant High School
By Liz Pasquale, LMT
Editor's note: Liz Pasquale is a licensed massage therapist in private practice in Ossining, New York since 1993.Liz and fellow massage therapist Susan Galbraith (who took the photos presented in this article) were two of many health care professionals providing care to rescue workers at Stuyvesant High School, only a few blocks from the World Trade Center.
The airplanes hit the Twin Towers on Tuesday, September 11th, at about 9 a.m. The next morning, I called my friend, Dr. Antonio Abad. He told me he had gone to the towers Tuesday morning to create a triage center at Stuyvesant High School on Chambers and West Side Highway, about two blocks from the site.
I asked him if he needed my help. "Come on down," he replied. "I don't know if you'll be able to get in, but if you can, we could use you."
It was a sunny day as I walked toward the black mushroom cloud. Emergency vehicles passed every few moments. The scene was overwhelming. I almost wished the guards would stop me, but no one did. In fact, I was given a ride to the door. I stepped out of the van into a sea of billowing dust, smoke and people rushing about in protective clothing.
It no longer seemed like New York at all, or any other place I knew. It was a war zone. I felt like I'd left my home state light years behind.
Asbestos Dust Coats the Air
The wind carried swells of dust into the school with us. It covered everyone. We looked like we were all wearing the same gray uniform.
Signs said, "Asbestos levels high. Please wear a mask." Almost everyone had a paper or surgical mask, generally hanging casually around his or her neck. None had filters. I placed one over my nose and mouth, though I suspected it was no good for asbestos.
I found my friend, Dr. Abad, and he explained my job: to ferret out workers showing signs of extreme fatigue and stress. I was to get them to lie down for a massage. If I thought they were in really bad shape, I was to get him or her a nurse to check them personally. It was pure chaos. One floor housed the food, a central area of communications, and a long hall with cots set up. There were IV units, medical supplies, doctors and nurses everywhere. The police and firefighters were in the school theater.
Everything was covered with that dust. With each step, it clouded around us. The communications center had no phones - the electricity was out. People would just come into the center of the room and ask for whatever they needed. The person behind the desk would shrug. Somebody in the crowd would overhear and point in the right direction, to a police officer or an army staff person or an emergency vehicle out front.
Generators provided the limited electricity we did have. The toilets had just gotten up and running again, for the first time since Tuesday. There were upwards of 200 people rushing about in the dust clouds, eating, organizing, talking, medicating. And always a few search dogs.
A Firefighter Shares His Sorrow
I found a dusty massage table in the midst of everything, so I took it upstairs and found a clean, quiet room. It was filled with school desks and historic pictures showing a barricaded village at the tip of Manhattan. Dr. Abad brought in a middle-aged fireman. I'll call him Paddy O'Flannery.
Paddy was covered with the asbestos dirt. On top of his clothes he wore fireproof gear. He took off his boots, and I had a moment of doubt. How was I going to feel anything under his gear? I decided to start with lymph drainage therapy and began at the clavicles. I could get my hand on the skin there. After that it was easy. The lymph rhythm actually came to me through the gear. I was in it.
Paddy was a chatty guy, but his significance detector quickly indicated we were in deep stuff. He said he had been home when he saw the TV report shortly after 9 a.m. He got over there right away. That was his home turf. He had wondered if his guys were dead already.
When he arrived, he was so glad to see they were all there. A fireman named Ray Downey walked over to them. "Ray Downey is a god," Paddy said. "He's got a chest full of medals. I've been in this business 15 years and I've got two puny medals. He's got a million of 'em. And he went to Oklahoma. Everywhere there's a big fire, he goes.
"So he walks over to us and says, 'Hey, why don't you stand back a bit. This is looking pretty sketchy.' So my guys turn around and start to walk back, and the other guys next to us walk to the right. All those guys, my buddies who walked to the right, they all got it. All gone. And my guys, we were running for our lives cause at that second it all comes down.
"And Ray Downey is gone. Thirty seconds after he told us to get back, gone. He was a god to us firemen."
A Stairwell Landing Becomes a Crossroad of Care
I noticed that a few chiropractors had set up on the landing between the first and second floors, so I joined them. We were between the door and the food, so everyone saw us when they passed. It was a never-ending stream of people carrying supplies, talking, and kicking up dust. Yet even in the chaos people would get up from the table after their sessions and say, "That was the most relaxing massage" or " I feel like I've slept for a week."
For days we treated overworked, traumatized firefighters, police officers, rescue workers and debris diggers. Some of them were brought there by their bosses and slumped onto the table wearing whatever they had on - bunker pants, harnesses laden with clips and ropes, gun belts, flashlights, pockets filled with tools. All covered with that gray dust. I had started working on Thursday. By the time most men reached my table, it was the first break they had allowed themselves since they began Tuesday morning.
I got into the habit of starting with lymph drainage therapy because it immediately relaxed them. Working over their clothes was no problem. I'd switch to CranioSacral Therapy, then to visceral manipulation as we went along.
Other massage therapists soon joined me. Eventually, we had about six or seven chairs and four tables set up. Most therapists were doing Swedish massage over clothes. Some did acupressure and shiatsu, while others worked on floor mats. After four days it grew to be 12 to 15 massage therapists on the landing, with two or three chiropractors who had moved to the 3rd floor.
A rough schedule evolved. It became busy around 9 p.m. The therapists were swamped straight through until dawn. Most of us worked without a break as long as there were men waiting. The funny thing was, I never felt tired. When people did, we would badger them to take a rest.
Then morning came and the night shift would leave. I'd have breakfast, shower, and sleep. Fresh faces would appear to man the day shift, which wasn't nearly so busy. I'd work on and off during the day when I wasn't napping. Then in the evening we'd be ready to start the all-night massage marathon again.
Emotional Releases Run High
Ordinarily in my practice, about 20% of my clients - usually people I'd seen a few times - experience an emotional release. But here, more than 80% of these men discharged their emotions, often in the first 5 to 10 minutes. Most of them I'd never met, and they'd never had a massage before.
This is how it went: First I'd give each man some water when he arrived. A quick evaluation always pointed to restrictions of the thorax: compromised lungs. This wasn't surprising, since they'd all been inhaling smoke for hours. Grief appeared to be omnipresent at the heart level.
I would check the cranial rhythm, which usually seemed shocked - very faint or completely stopped. Then I'd start with lymph drainage therapy at the clavicles, proceeding up the neck to the face. That's when the sudden presence of tears rolling down the man's face would alert me.
Only one policeman cried in silence, not telling me his thoughts. All the others related some traumatic event, usually involving a search through the debris.
Afterward, each man would continue to process quietly in what resembled a deep sleep. I would continue following the body, doing CranioSacral and visceral work. By the end of the session, the cranial rhythm would have revived somewhat, even approaching what one might consider normal. I often ended by inducing a few still points or returning to lymphatic work.
Memories Help Ease Fluid Dynamics
Before this tragedy, I had just returned two weeks prior from an Upledger Institute workshop in the Bahamas. We spent four days on The Upledger Foundation's boat, and had two sessions swimming with dolphins.
During the day we did bodywork in the warm, shallow water at remote beaches. The movement of the ocean became integrated with the cranial and lymph fluids we were palpating, which helped facilitate healing.
Now as I worked on this crowded, noisy, dirty balcony, I drew on that experience. I imagined all of us at the beach, immersed in water, using that vision to access each man's internal ocean. I imagined dolphins assisting us. As I did I gained easy entry into each person's fluid dynamics, and together we moved toward healing.
I worked on a man named Michael, who was there with his dog, Max. They had driven up from Mississippi in record time. "I saw it on the news at 9 a.m. By 11 a.m. I was 300 miles away, headed here," he said. "The police in my home state gave me an escort, changing as I crossed each county line. After I left Mississippi, each time a cop stopped me and I told him where I was going, he waved me on."
Michael had trained Max himself, and they had had a good day yesterday. But today was Max's best day. He found 17. "Most were parts. Confused the bejesus out of Max," Michael said. "He's not used to this. But neither am I. That's why I don't do this anymore. I usually train. I just come out for the big stuff. Like Oklahoma. But this is the biggest. Today we found a kid's hand. I can't take this anymore. I lost a kid myself, so I just can't take it." After I finished working on Michael, I worked on Max.
Light Touch Brings Profound Results
Later that night, Dr. Abad and I met privately. He wanted to know how it was going. When I told him most of the men I was seeing were having emotional releases, he was shocked. I told him it was the nature of the work. Lymph drainage moves fluids and tends to draw emotions out of the places they're buried. CranioSacral Therapy and visceral manipulation have the same effect, I told him.
"Keep it up," he said. "The others are only massaging for 20 to 30 minutes, mainly doing muscles. What you're doing is different and very helpful." At that point, I felt like every workshop I'd ever taken had led me to my work here, one week in time.
Sorrow Reflects Off the Altered Skyline
It was 2:30 Friday morning. The massage tables and chairs were full, and there was no sign that it was the middle of the night. As I gazed out the window, I was constantly struck by what wasn't there. I never thought in my lifetime there would be no Twin Towers. I remembered years ago when they were first built. People said they were so tall they might just fall over.
James was a volunteer from Connecticut. His boss's daughter was on Flight 11. He was working in the rain. Lasers are trained on the buildings still standing, so the emergency personnel can tell if they're going to fall. When the buildings move, they trip evacuation alarms. The rain had made the buildings heavier and the alarms were going off.
"Scariest thing I ever heard," James said. "I heard that alarm and ran as fast as I could. Everyone was in a panic. I saw a girl get trampled. They knocked her down. A fireman stopped to help her out. I just had to take a break after that."
Another man, Mario, began to shudder during his session. His body jerked as tears streamed down his face. "It's not right," he said. "I pulled a young woman out of the rubble today. She was in terrible shape. She was dead. She had red fingernail polish," he sighed deeply, "and no head."
Common Cause Transcends All Barriers
And so it goes, night after night. Generally, it seems to slow down during the day, pick up around 7 or 8 p.m., and then gets really busy around 11 p.m. and stays that way until 4 in the morning. By the fourth day, someone actually made a 3 a.m. appointment with me.
Eventually, I had a real respirator that filtered asbestos. I worked and slept with it on. Other supplies were plentiful. One hallway was packed with donated clothes. New socks, underwear, t-shirts, even boots. On the 5th floor I could take a shower, even a hot one by the fourth day. There was shampoo, soap, towels, toothbrushes, deodorant, anything you could imagine. The generosity was overwhelming.
And the food was really good. They eventually got the 7th floor kitchen operating, so the city's great restaurants started sending their chefs to our kitchen to cook. Hundreds of workers came in every day to help with it, all of them volunteers. Many lived here and just walked in when the trouble began. Others came from up and down the East coast.
"The Department of Health was in here today," Suzie said as I worked on her. "They told us to leave because we're not their employees. So I asked them, 'Who's going to feed all these people?' Now they're letting us stay."
So here it is, five days later. I'm still wearing my respirator and working on people wearing flak jackets, bunker pants, harnesses and gun belts. One man asks me if I've had a lot of marriage proposals this week. "More this week than ever in my life," I reply, my voice contorted by the respirator. "And they haven't even seen my face." He laughs and says, "We're not marrying your face. We're marrying your hands."
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