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After the economic recession in the early 90's, we moved to a middle Atlantic state in search of work, where I took up a meager $10.00 / hour job. Yet, after 3 years I was able to start my own business and within 6 years of our relocation, we were grossing between $250000 and $300000 per year. We were incredulous at the way God had blessed our family. Excavation and contracting work was booming. On July 17, 2003, while kayaking with my 10 year old son, I suffered a devastating back injury. It was a warm, beautiful day to fish on the lake... After about 2 weeks in bed, I was able to begin some kind of work again, but I was never the same. I pursued all kinds of gadgets and tricks to keep my back functioning. But time and abuse took its toll, until the summer of 2008. I just could not work anymore. Simultaneously, the economy was entering the dip, before the really steep dive. Family, health and economic issues had mounted and I realized that I had hit a trifecta of sorts. The combination of physical pain, financial ruin and family fragmentation were like a perfect storm in my life. These waves were just so far over my head; I couldn't have managed them, even if my back was in excellent shape. We were able to sell our home and transition to North Carolina, where I hoped to find suitable - albeit non-physical work. Nothin' doin'! The economy got even worse and the pain had become overwhelming. Its grip radiated from my lower back up and across my shoulders and down each arm; and also worked down each leg into my toes. I often remarked how it felt like I had been walking hot asphalt all day while I just was getting out of bed. I thought surgery was inevitable. A shroud of gloom was enveloping me. My brother, a chiropractor in Virginia, reminded me that pursuing a non-invasive treatment method before submitting to cutting (and scars, adhesions, potential nerve damage and significant risks) was to be preferred. Even in my gloom of mind, that penetrated and made sense. He suggested spinal decompression therapy, which he had heard great things about. I immediately googled DRX 9000, in NC and Dr Salama's web page appeared. Then a good friend offered to provide for the cost of the treatments, which I could barter for with work, when I was able. With a thankful heart I went to my initial consultation on November 1, 2009. I began treatments on November 3rd, after doing a thorough exam, ex-ray and viewing the sequences of my MRI's. The staff at Salama Chiropractic was friendly, professional and had an understanding manner. After one week, I was suspicious of the fact that I was feeling better. It was two weeks of therapy began, that I realized one day...that I was walking with briskly and with ease. The oppressive pain had subsided so significantly, I couldn't believe it. I was so used to dragging my body around like I was dragging dead weight. Yesterday (1/18/10) was the last decompression treatment that had been initially prescribed by Dr. Salama. I will not overstate the fact by saying that I am totally cured. But what I can say is that the clouds have rolled back. The sun is out. Spring is coming. I am and hope to be free of oppressive pain. I also hope for the ability to return to the work force and contribute to the needs of people who really have problems - like those in Haiti. Thank you Dr. Salama, Ezzie, Saphia & Kerri. Not only has it been a pleasure, you all have given me a new lease on life. Sincerely, HFH
Pros: I am free of oppressive pain
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