My Japanese Blessing - Part Two

Written By Dr. Philip Conklin on October 27, 2016


I explained the treatment and what the adjustment would entail. She agreed to it and I positioned her on her right side contacting the left sacroiliac joint with the pisiform of my right hand. "Take a deep breath" I informed her, "and blow it out." Upon her exhale I adjusted the joints in and around her spine. She stood up with a smile and a glimmer of hope graced her face. Taking a deep breath she sighed relief. It pleased her and I felt joy. I prescribed desire for her to take a walk of 30 minutes with cane in hand for additional support along with continuing ice applications to the involved chronic area. I explained that I would be calling her tonight and she appeared to be surprised but relieved by this. Scanning her chart to confirm the accuracy of her phone number I noticed that it was an international number. She was quick to give me a local number saying that this was where she was staying. I would call her no later than 8 o'clock.

She answered the phone on the fifth ring just as I was about to end the call sounding half conscious and groggy, she explained that she was overcome with fatigue after the "adjusting procedure" and fell asleep upon returning to her "habitation." I said that it was not uncommon as the spasmed muscles begin to relax; the body is given permission to rest. She expressed a kinship with my explanation. She said she was able to retrieve the call without the cane and felt very little pain, whispering almost imperceptibly, "my people will be happy upon my return." I wanted to pry open her personal life with questions but I checked my curiosity and asked her if she had any questions before hanging up. Perhaps rather curtly she said, "No, I will apply the ice before I return to sleep." She timidly asked in a softer seemingly embarrassed tone and tempo, "Would you like to know how I journeyed to America to find you? I said "I would be very interested in knowing" and I respectfully thanked her for asking. She said she met an engineer, an American engineer while accompanying the delivery of one her ships to the Nagasaki Shipyard when this gentleman noticed that, "I couldn't walk without the assistance of two canes." He confided that "traveling stateside would be worth the trip." She said, "His eyes were clear and sober and his soul is clean and unfettered." "His name is Tomas-san and I made the trip." She spoke of great respect and reverence for Tomas-san as she did of everything she deeply revered acknowledging the divine presence that resides within all sentient life. This was a profound human being.

She returned to the clinic on Thursday without the cane. Her gait was quick and unstudied but graceful. Her movement appeared 30 years younger than her calendar and clock. She was brought back and placed on therapy. Once therapy was completed I adjusted her body. She stood up and said, "I am returning to Japan tomorrow and I am humbly grateful for your assistance." She asked me if I would show her the techniques for self care so that she could "move better" explaining that chiropractic in Japan was a non-licensed common practice and everyone did it, but did it very poorly. She whispered, "Please Philip-san." How could I refuse?

We lowered ourselves onto the exercise mats and I demonstrated a simple long lever non-force lumbar torso rotation technique that would safely yield movement in the joints and muscles and offer her ongoing relief. I prescribed stretch exercises and I discovered, once out of pain, that she had an amazing level of flexibility. She was happy, I was overwhelmed. She said she would be returning to Hachijo Harbour, Tokyo but resided in Akasaka and would be honored if I would consider corresponding with her. We exchanged information. For years we shared personal stories of past and present. Future goals, dreams and meanderings never entered into written dialogue. She would write about the many war time adventures of her deceased husband and the ship building company that they together grew. We penned our philosophical woes, shared cultural and religious similarities, debated our differences and balanced our cross continent relationship with light hearted mirth. The earth plane weeped the loss of a beautiful soul at 97...Betty Sue Arakawa; your boat building company and the many people you touched is the torch that immortalizes your spiritual strength, beauty and grace. Mrs. Arakawa, you are dearly missed. Sama ga mamoru youni, Philip-san