For the last few months I’ve been on a new treatment plan.  In December we scraped all previous treatment plans and our stable of doctors and hooked up with an alternative clinic just north of Atlanta.  This newly discovered clinic is a collection of doctors, naturopaths, specialist, therapist and folks unclassifiable.  Depending on your point of view ones impression could be what an impressive group of forward thinking trail blazers or I’ve just entered a twilight zone version of the land of wacky misfits.  I remain unsettle on it. About the time I start thinking all is normal, someone will launch into a rambling rant about conspiracies among FDA, insurance companies and pharmaceutical companies.  My main comfort with all this is how busy they are and the many patients who tell how they saved them.  I’m working under the thought that they are straddling that fine line between genius and crazy. 

My treatment plan is fairly simple.  I do a bi-weekly chelating IV drip and one of the unclassifiables hooks me up to a machine by placing four suction cups at various places.  These cups are tethered to a unit that sends electricity at low levels and frequencies for twenty minutes.  It’s really weird. 

Once a week I see a message, kind of, therapist. Her wall of frames says she’s had naturopathic training.  She will cross the line between genius and crazy four or five times a session.  But she has the hands of a healer, so crazy is, well, sometimes interesting, occasionally bizarre, but, in a word, ignorable.

More to come.