Longing for the Light

November 20, 2015

facing the light040Kimberly Jacob is owner of Integrative Physical Therapy and Wellness, LLC (www.integrativetherapywellness.com). Her practice brings together 30 years as a Neurological Physical Therapist at Barrow Neurological Institute and a variety of community, home, school, and private settings. She currently focuses on assisting her clients to ENGAGE IN LIFE and move into wholeness through a variety of modalities including: Functional mobility, safety assessment, strength and endurance training for clients in their homes. Kimberly adds Craniosacral Therapy, Myofascial Release, meditation, breath techniques and aromatherapy to her toolbox. Kimberly has a passion to teach Meditation/Contemplative prayer to young children. She be lieves that this will change our world one little soul at a time! She lives in Phoenix, AZ with her husband Paul and son Morgan. She is available for workshops, lectures and private sessions.

The following preview is from her story:



I woke up in the neuro-intensive care unit with my neurosurgeon and his team of residents staring at me in their white coats.

“Where were you?” the surgeon asked. “You were gone a long time. We’ve been waiting for you to come back.” He smiled compassionately.

I just closed my eyes. I couldn’t tell him where I had been. It became clearer as the next few weeks passed by. How could I ever put it into words? I knew I had just been to Heaven and seen the face of God. I had felt unconditional, peaceful love and stood among the most glorious light I had ever felt. I witnessed the power and love of God and was so overwhelmed and joyful. Then I was suddenly pulled back. I knew somewhere in my mind that I should be grateful that I had just survived brain surgery, but I wasn’t.

My friends and family kept telling me how blessed I was but I didn’t feel it. I felt disappointed, a little angry and very confused. I wanted to go back. I wanted to be there, not here. The feelings lingered but I kept them to myself. I wanted to go home. The next many, many months I tried to convince myself otherwise. It had all happened so fast. I was a physical therapist on a neurological rehabilitation unit at one of the best Neurological Institutes in the world. I had loved my work and the people I worked with. We were a family. It was special. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

And I was good at what I did. I worked with patients from all over the world who came for brain surgery. I would come in early, leave late and not even recognize that the day was done. The brain and its ability to heal fascinated me. Neuroplasticity of the brain is more efficient with proper rehabilitation. Helping patients get there was my heaven on earth. Most of my patients could not verbalize, but we always found a way to communicate through touch, tears, laughter, anger, hugs, fear, and joy. We worked very, very hard to make what some times seemed like a tiny bit of progress. Each tiny bit became a small piece that eventually became a big piece of their puzzle. It was an honor, a blessing, and a privilege to be part of their very personal yet, extraordinary miracle. I dreamed of going to medical school and started to study for the MCAT exam. Life was good.

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