What the experience feels like

My wife and I had been reading about regenerative therapy for two years and never once felt like we were talking to someone honest. Terry told us on the first call what the research does and doesn't show. That's why we kept going.

Torn rotator cuff, twelve months of PT, still couldn't lift my arm overhead. The whole trip was three days and I never had to figure out a single logistic. Someone was there at every step.

I expected a clinic. It was a hospital — real operating rooms, real labs, a restaurant downstairs. My cardiologist at home actually relaxed when I described the facility to him.

Rheumatoid arthritis has run my calendar for eleven years. What struck me was that the physician spent an hour on my records before recommending anything, and told me plainly which of my hopes weren't realistic.

Three back surgeries and I was terrified of a fourth. Whatever else came of the trip, being driven across the border by someone who knew exactly where we were going removed a fear I'd been carrying for months.

Living with COPD makes travel genuinely frightening. Knowing there was an emergency department on the same campus as my room was the reason I agreed to go at all.

Peripheral neuropathy in both feet after chemo. Terry never once used the word cure, and after the marketing I'd waded through online, that restraint is exactly what made me trust him.

I went for the five-day wellness program mostly out of curiosity. It felt closer to a health retreat than a medical trip — but with actual physicians and actual labs behind it.

The thing nobody tells you about medical travel is how lonely the planning feels. Having one person answer every question, at any hour, is worth more than I expected.