“What do you hope to get out of this?” She asked gently. I was sitting in the office of the new specialist. She had been explaining how the treatment worked, explaining how it’s a combination of a neurological approach and a psychological approach. “What did you come here today expecting would happen?”
“I – uh – I’m not sure.”
“What would you like to be able to do, once you have completed the treatment?”
I paused. “I don’t know because I kind of stopped hoping for things a long time ago. I have been let down too many times.”
This was the most truthful answer I could give, but I don’t think the lady understood. She still looked at me expectantly and gave an encouraging smile. “I’m sure you can think of something.”
“I guess… I’d like to be able to exercise.” I said, somewhat lamely.
“Good, good. Ok. And…
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