This was unexpected, as was the fact that I felt understood. What I remember clearly is that I felt a little better when she left. I wasn’t “home” in any sense of the word. It’s hard to remember now exactly what we did that day. I appreciated the gentle way she approached my so recently battered body and helped excavate my soul-in-hiding. I’m not her first patient, and she knew what to do. In she walked, sensing how quiet my life force was at that moment. Tori Obermeier came into my hospital room as I lay there post-surgery for ovarian cancer, with a whole new appreciation for the meaning of “gut-wrenching” and awaiting (okay, fearing) another 5-6 months of treatment with chemotherapy. I have even known music therapists and people who want to become music therapists when they grow up. It’s one of the perks of cancer for those of us treated at University Hospitals, which has one of the largest medical music therapy programs in the United States – another Cleveland gem. Has music ever made you feel less alone? I hear it. – Belleruth Naparstek, Health Journeys Meditations, “Fight Cancer” “I will get well not out of fear of dying, but out of the joy of living…and self-expression.”
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