When my daughter was in her teens and twenties, she was rapidly developing a career as a concert pianist. She received rave reviews for her CD, and her artistry was appreciated everywhere.
Multiple Sclerosis took hold of all that. She declined to a place where she could no longer speak, nor feed herself, nor stand nor move on her own. She made no contact with anyone.
Valerie met us on the elevator one day, and she said to me, “I can do something about that.” We’ve tried so many things with no help but lots of harm. I decided to let her try. How lucky we are that I did.
Now, after some months, my daughter is willing to sit at her piano in her wheelchair, and she plays patterns, more recently with two hands. She improves slowly but surely. Her face is more expressive, she relates to people, she smiles often. She listens to music (including her own CD) with pleasure. She agreed to and actually let us take her to a concert for the first time in many years. I think she senses that there is more to life than she thought. Thanks, Valerie.