Listening and watching the tension and chaos of the blaring fire alarm from the waiting room, I stood staring at the backdoor to the radiology department. I wondered if my husband was going to make it through his test this time. It had already been a long road to get him this far, and now, after three days of hypnotherapy treatment, I found myself wondering if they would be carrying him out the door frozen in fear.
Just one month before we had been sent home without the CT scan after two hours of trying. He could not take laying on the moving gurney, knowing he had no control of the machine or the overwhelming panic closing in with the walls of the tube.
Suddenly I saw him, walking out (on his own no less!) and leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek. He whispered about a lab fire on the floor above; then he said he had better get back into radiology because their schedule would be pushed back. I was stunned! It took me about three minutes to register that he had gone back into the radiation tube on his own accord!
I sat back down and realized that a personal decision had been made. You see, I was my husband’s hypnotherapist. It was clear to me right then that I would take the year needed to finish the certification. At that moment, in the waiting area, I knew hypnotherapy was more than a hobby or way to entertain friends. Hypnotherapy was a valuable tool that could allow patients to participate in their own healing paths without chemicals or down-time, just the true power of one’s own mind.
What is hypnosis?
I had no idea when I started
