It is cloudy, but a calm day.
In the evening, we are each going to the gym.
Since Yuki’s numbness has been getting worse, he went for a foot reflexology massage. I suggested acupuncture, but he was too scared. The massage is apparently in the Taiwanese style. The practitioner is a man one year younger than him, and he is also the owner.
Yuki doesn’t really like massage or stretching, but he has started going, and that makes me happy. What makes me even happier is that it gives him a chance to talk with someone.
The session takes a little over an hour, and they chat while he is receiving the treatment.
These days, Yuki only talks with his doctors, his nursing care manager, and me. He has stopped playing tennis and being in his band. But in a quiet place, his hoarse voice is not a problem. So I’m glad he now has a place where he can talk to someone.
The only concern is that the massage seems quite painful, so I’m not sure if he will continue. For now, he plans to go once a week. It’s not covered by insurance, so it is rather expensive.





