Turning the Page on Physical Therapy

Sometimes you write just for therapy. Today is one of those days. I found out last week that my physical therapist of seven years is leaving. I have mixed emotions about it for sure.

He was my first male physical therapist and I didn't know how to feel about it. I was used to women. Over time, I began to realize he wasn't so bad. His encouragement on some rough days was a welcome relief from the pain.

Now, instead of seeing him once a week, my mom will become my physical therapist. He has given me the tools to get better, so I know that we can do this together. I'm not stopping where I'm at right now. This is just a transition period.

He has made a difference in my life, and my life is richer because he was in it. I told him that there are going to be people at his new job that need him to help them just like I did. The days of juggling school and physical therapy are over, but I will still have his friendship. That is worth more than any physical therapy appointment.