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Best Seller in Pain Management / Best Seller in Physical Impairments

The Untold Story of Kim has gotten great reviews. This powerful true story of one woman’s triumph over pain will lead you to hate doctors, lawyers, and insurance companies. By the time you finish, you’ll have fallen in love with Kim. 
This deeply inspiring tale is destined to become the most important book ever written about chronic pain and pain management in today’s healthcare environment. 


Here’s what the readers are saying: 

This is a heart-wrenching story that never abandons hope. Kim is hurt in a job-related accident, and instead of healing, she is left with chronic suffering. Ed tries everything imaginable to help her conquer the pain. When things seem as if they can’t get any worse, more misery piles on. The author lays bare his fear and anxiety concerning the bleakness of the SYSTEM, but his compass points to a solution, if he can just zero in on the coordinates. Author Robinson’s narrative is fascinating, and Kim’s fight is determined, sending a message of hope to many who suffer from a chronic illness. I loved the book.


 We never get to see behind what’s going on with chronic pain. The dependency doctors have on hard core drugs is appalling.
This is an awesome book that encourages the reader to become a survivor.
I had a hard time putting this book down. Very inspiring for those who suffer from chronic pain no matter the cause and those who will do whatever to help. No one ever knows what that person is going through or feeling at that time unless it is yourself or caregiver. I am one of those and it is hard since the pain can not be seen.
My best friend recommended this book to me, we both have a chronic illness that causes a lot of pain every day. I found myself in tears, and laughed a little too, but what amazes me the most is just what you were willing to do for your wife, and just how strong she is as a woman that was suffering. Thank you so much for sharing Kim’s story, and yours! It has opened my eyes a little more and has given me hope that someday things will get better. I know my husband would move mountains for me, so I can appreciate just how truly special your relationship is. 🙂
I absolutely loved this book! Kim’s story touched me and made me open my eyes to the stress in my life and the effects it has on the chronic illness I have.
The writers,compassion for his wife brought me to tears. He moved mountains to help her become well again.
Your story is an inspiration. I will be having my husband and best friend read this.
Near the end of the book I wrote this: Kim is a survivor of the highest degree. She took what threatened to destroy her and came out thriving. 
  Now she hopes that the questions her case asks can someday be answered. She wants to highlight the deficiencies in our treatment of chronic pain. She wants to propose that there is another way. She wishes to raise awareness of all these topics. Most of all she hopes that someone out there will be inspired to carry on. If her story can give hope to someone who is about to give up, it will all be worthwhile. If someone can’t stand the pain any longer, but understands that Kim made it out, this book will be a success. 
  If only a handful of people read it, but those that do are able to continue their fight, then every word will be worth it. Chronic pain doesn’t have to be forever. It’s real and it’s painful and it’s debilitating, but it can be defeated. 
  Let Kim be your guiding light. 
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The Untold Story of Kim / Now Available in Paperback

  It’s finally here! This work was very important to me and my wife. I wanted it to be perfect. I was not satisfied with the first proofs so I hired a professional formatting company to take it to the next level. Blue Valley Author Services did an excellent job of turning my manuscript into a top-notch professional looking book. 

 I hired a new editor this time as well. Martin O’Hearn did a fine job of finding my typos and correcting tense issues here and there. He really did improve upon what I gave him. 

  Pamela Sinclair of It Girl Designs made the cover really pop. I wanted the art to be dramatic and she succeeded in doing just that. My thanks to all of these pros for helping me produce a truly first class product.

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Early reviews are very encouraging:

Ed (and Kim), I finished reading this book late last night on Kindle and all I can say is WOW. What you went through, what you were put through, and your strength to carry on is incredible. You have put more evidence into the case that our whole society, our government, our social structure, and our entire way of thinking is headed in the wrong direction. Congratulations on making it through this together. It seems as though the two of you really are “Living the Dream”. This book is very well written and impossible to put down. I recommend this to everyone. 


This is a heart-wrenching story that never abandons hope. Kim is hurt in a job-related accident, and instead of healing, she is left with chronic suffering. Ed tries everything imaginable to help her conquer the pain. When things seem as if they can’t get any worse, more misery piles on. The author lays bare his fear and anxiety concerning the bleakness of the SYSTEM, but his compass points to a solution, if he can just zero in on the coordinates. Author Robinson’s narrative is fascinating, and Kim’s fight is determined, sending a message of hope to many who suffer from a chronic illness. I loved the book.


This book is well written and accurate as to the condition Kim has to endure. It’s inspirational and personal for me as I too have had a similar situation. Ed is the only person that has been able to address the details of this type of injury in an accurate
way. It exposes the dirty side of our medical and legal systems.
Thanks for giving me the strength to go on.


We all know someone with Chronic Pain but this book brings home the personal struggle and frustration with the “System” of the sufferer and the caregiver.
A must read for everyone.


Hats off to Ed and Kim for persevering against unbelievable odds and hardships, for having the courage to step out of their comfort zones and for sharing this amazing story with the rest of us. WOW!


Great Read Ed. I am positive that your book is going to help a lot of individuals with chronic pain. It gave me a little insight as well. I have read all 3 of your books and have not been disappointed. Can’t wait till your next book comes out. P.S. Kim best of luck to you, may God keep you under his wing.


My wife and I love the inspirational words. For us it is a light. My wife lives with chronic pain in her neck and back and is trying to ween herself off the pills. We have lived our lives for the past four years with high stress and doctors and specialists. This book will be our light that this can be done. She can be free of pain and her light can shine again. 


We never get to see behind what’s going on with chronic pain. The dependency doctors have on hard core drugs is appalling.
This is an awesome book that encourages the reader to become a survivor.


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Free Sample: The Untold Story of Kim


“Natural forces in us are the true healers of disease.”




This book is dedicated first to my wife, the lovely Miss Kim. Its purpose is to provide hope for the many thousands who suffer from chronic pain and to raise the awareness of poorly understood pain syndromes such as RSD/CRPS.


Table of Contents





  1. It’s Joe Biden’s Fault!
  3. The Early Doctors
  4. Becoming a Caregiver
  5. The Witch Doctor
  6. Lawyers, Drugs, and Money
  7. A Dream Amid the Chaos
  8. Taking Action
  9. Spies at Home and on the Road
  10. Taking the Leap
  11. The Robot Doctor
  12. Spies in Florida
  13. Doctored Video
  14. False Statements
  15. Moving On
  16. Dope
  17. New Adventures
  18. The Last of the Drugs
  19. Running Out of Money
  20. Author’s Thoughts

Afterword, by Kim Robinson



I came home from work to find Kim lying on the living room floor. She was curled up in the fetal position clutching her affected leg with both arms. She was crying. I’m not talking about a whimper. I’m talking about a full blown sobbing wail.


I dropped whatever I was carrying and rushed to her side. I held her head in my lap and stroked her hair, not knowing what else to do. She looked up at me through tear soaked eyes and said, “Cut my leg off. Please, make it go away.”


This is life with RSD.


It’s Joe Biden’s Fault!


Kim’s position at Dover Downs Hotel and Casino was as a banquet captain. She was very proud of her achievements and worked hard to be a success. Throughout her time there she got to meet many celebrities, singing acts and NASCAR drivers. She particularly enjoyed taking care of famous country singers like Jason Aldean and Jake Owen.



On this day she was to host a fundraiser for Vice Presidential candidate Joe Biden. It was October 14, 2008, just weeks away from the presidential election. She arrived at work to find Biden’s security team forbidding entrance to all employees. Each one would have to wait their turn, eventually being subjected to an invasive pat down, security questionnaire and metal detection. A long line formed while tall men in dark suits decided if anyone was a threat.



Entering the building woefully behind schedule, employees rushed to catch up. Nervous about botching the most important event of her career, Kim came to the aid of her employees and began to set tables and make coffee. Even her boss was enlisted in the effort. All normal sense of routine was lost. Servers ran about in all directions and caution was thrown to the wind.



As Kim crouched down to retrieve an extra coffee urn from a low shelf, her boss was running down the hall pushing a speed cart. This is a large metal device designed to carry dozens of food trays at once. In his haste he never saw her. The heavy metal cart threw Kim across the hall. The point of impact was at the base of her spine, slightly into her left buttock.



It was a day she would never forget. It was also the last day she would ever work at Dover Downs.



At the hospital it was thought she may have broken her tailbone. X-rays however, were negative. An MRI discovered a torn hamstring, and damage to something called the piriformis muscle, which runs along the sciatic nerve through the buttock and into the upper thigh.



She was referred to an orthopedic surgeon whom I’ll call Christian doctor. He was a very nice man who wore a large gold cross around his neck. He seemed very compassionate, and prescribed light physical therapy and massage. The facility he referred her to was associated with his practice.



A few weeks of therapy passed and the pain worsened. Kim was reporting more pain and discomfort now, then she had experienced just after the injury. Christian doctor didn’t know what to think. She continued with the daily therapy sessions to no avail. Her condition was obviously worsening.



Aqua therapy was added to her care. Acupuncture was tried to no avail.  A Tens unit was ordered. This little machine featured electrode pads that you attached to the painful area. Small electrical shocks or vibrations help disrupt the pain signals, break up scar tissue and provide relief. None of this was helping poor Kim. The surgeon considered surgery, as surgeons are prone to do. The therapist wanted more therapy, as therapists are prone to do. A chiropractor was called in. No improvement was noted. Eventually she was sent for an Electromyography. An EMG is a test where several electrodes are inserted into the muscle tissue and a neurologist observes the muscle activity while inserting the electrodes. It’s painful. The electrodes are loaded with an electrical current that zaps the muscle. The test results came back hinting at neuropathy, or nerve pain often caused by Diabetes. Did Kim have diabetes? More tests were ordered. The results said no, she did not.



Off to see a neurologist, whom we’ll call Dr. Handsome. Kim had a little crush on the good looking professional. He studied the previous results and dismissed them as fraudulent. No he didn’t see signs of neuropathy, but was ordering a second EMG, to be certain. More pain was in store for Kim. She feared having this procedure done again and resisted. She was given Valium to take in preparation. It was still very painful and brought Kim to tears. It was deemed necessary, but it seemed so invasive. Causing pain to a person already suffering seemed an odd decision. Upon receiving the results of the second EMG, Dr. Handsome declared that she had no neuropathy and as a neurologist there was nothing else he could really do for her.



Finally on March 17, 2009, the theory that this may be Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy was first floated. Christian doctor advised Kim to go home and study up on RSD via the internet. He warned her that she would not like what she found. I was away on business at the time, so Kim spent her weekend reading, crying and worrying about her future, alone. The internet was full of horror stories. This was lousy advice to give her right then. She would start her long journey with visions of horrible pain and no cure prominent in her mind.



When I returned home I was confronted with a dire prognosis and a very depressed wife. Kim had learned that the only effective treatments for RSD were those employed after early diagnosis, within two to three months. Obviously we had missed that window of opportunity. Five months had passed since her injury. She was well into the second stage of the disease and rapidly progressing to the third and final stage.



There appeared to be no real cure for those who were not diagnosed early.




Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, also known as Chronic Regional Pain Syndrome, is a rare, chronic (long-term) and progressive condition characterized by severe pain, inflammation and skin changes.



Patients often describe the pain as a burning sensation which affects arms, legs, hands or feet. It is most common in women between the ages of forty and sixty.



It is usually the result of some minor injury, like a broken bone or contusion. The severity of the pain is out of proportion to the original injury, for reasons not quite understood. As I understand it, the original pathway that sends pain signals to the brain is stuck open. Even though the injury has healed, the pain signals are still being sent. There are also very real symptoms that occur. Kim suffered with all of them.



Changes in skin temperature: the skin may be sweaty in some cases, or cold and clammy in other.

Changes in skin color: there may be blotches or streaks on the skin. Pink or blue tinges may appear.

Skin texture: the skin may turn thin and shiny.

Nails and hair: hair and nails may grow at unusual speed.

Joints: affected joints become stiff, painful and inflamed.

Mobility: the patient may have a harder and harder time using the affected limb.

Allodynia: the skin of the affected area becomes hyper-sensitive to touch. Even the lightest of clothing causes pain.



Over time, the affected limb can become cold and pale and undergo skin and nail changes as well as muscle spasms and tightening. Once these changes occur, the condition is often irreversible.



Historically, RSD was noticed during the Civil War in patients who had suffered a gunshot wound with damage to the median nerve. In 1867 the condition was known as causalgia from the Greek term meaning burning pain. The exact causes of RSD are still unclear. Patients in the later stage of RSD present with a pale, cold, painful and atrophic extremity. Patients at this point will also have osteoporosis. Kim would progress through all of the stages.



Before the accident, Kim was a very active professional. Her job required her to walk miles each day, often hustling to make a meeting or cater to the needs of some big shot. She would often work seventy hours or more per week. During race week, which was twice per year, she would log over one hundred hours, sleeping in the Green Room for a few hours each night. It was hectic, but she was very proud of her position. She had the long sculpted legs of an athlete. She relied on caffeine to keep her going, never letting the stress slow her down.



After the accident, she became trapped in a body that wouldn’t cooperate. Her left leg quickly began to wither away. Pain was her constant companion. She was always a beautiful woman. I loved to be seen with her in public. There is nothing like having a tall, slender, head-turning blonde on your arm at a special event. But we started noticing changes. She wouldn’t wear any clothing on her legs due to the extreme sensitivity. The blotches and streaks of color were clear to see. Her “little leg” as she called it, became noticeably thinner than her good leg. Her toenails grew malformed.



The little leg stiffened and she lost coordination. Balance became a problem. She told me it felt like a vise tightening a little each day on her leg. She would cry due to the bone crushing agony she was experiencing.



Meanwhile she had to get herself to therapy every day. I missed a lot of time at work taking her to various doctor’s appointments. We didn’t fully understand everything that was happening to her, but we knew that none of the treatments were helping. She became despondent and I felt helpless. I had no idea what to do.



We were newlyweds at the time. Our new life together held so much promise. We both had great jobs. We were both very healthy and relatively young. We were deeply in love and the future had seemed limitless for us. Now it was all being stolen away by a disease that we couldn’t comprehend.



Nothing that was being said or done provided us with any hope.



The Early Doctors


Christian doctor was convinced now that Kim indeed had RSD. He told us her only option was to see a pain management specialist. She was stuck with this condition and it would probably get worse. Let’s try to control the pain. He recommended us to Dr. Quack across town.



On her first visit with Dr. Quack, he quickly pronounced that she did not have RSD. He wasn’t convinced that RSD even existed. His examination was brief and pointless. She left with a prescription for a mild narcotic painkiller.



It did nothing at all to relieve her pain. We called to make a second appointment in hopes of having her medication changed or adjusted. As she sat in the exam room waiting to see Dr. Quack, a nurse came in and escorted her out the back door. The doctor would not be seeing her today. Out front she noticed the locked doors and other patients milling about wondering what was going on. We never did find out what happened to him. This didn’t speak well for the recommendation of Christian doctor.



Our second attempt with a pain management professional was with Dr. Senile. This older gentlemen appeared to have lost some of his higher cognitive functions. He did give her a stronger medication, but nothing much else. One day I had an idea. Back in my younger days as a baseball pitcher I had experience shoulder pain. Someone gave me something called DMSO (Dimethyl Sulfoxide). DMSO was a liquid originally used as a solvent to clean parts in factories. It was discovered that once arthritic workers were experiencing less pain and greater mobility after working with it. You rubbed it on the problem area, and over time your pain lessened and your mobility improved. It worked pretty well for me.



I mentioned it to Kim. We were willing to try most anything at this point. She called Dr. Senile and he said, “Sure, come on in and I’ll give you a bottle.” I drove the hour to pick it up and remembered a curious side effect. The liquid, once applied, gave you bad garlic breath. I warned Kim about this, but neither of us thought too much about it.



When I got home from work the next day, I entered into Garlic Hell. The whole house smelled very strongly of garlic. This wasn’t just a simple case of garlic breath. Kim’s entire body reeked of it. She almost had a fog around her as the pungent odor seeped from her pores. That was the last dose of DMSO for her. It took several days for our air quality to return to normal.



When we called to make the next appointment with Dr. Senile, we learned that he had suffered a stroke. No one knew when, or if he would return to his practice.



We were back to square one. Kim had no doctor, no relief, and no hope.



It was at this point that we were introduced to a “patient advocate”. Up until now the worker’s compensation insurance carrier had been patient. We’ll call them the Big Z. They assigned a nurse to monitor Kim’s care and to make recommendations. We felt we had no choice but to listen to her.



She set us up with yet another pain management specialist, our third. His office was two hours away, which became a major inconvenience for us. I’ll call him Dr. Drill Sergeant. He was clearly an advocate of the No Pain No Gain school of thought. The patient advocate kept drilling him about RSD. “Does she really have it?” His examination was thorough and he wouldn’t be rushed. He also had the records from all the previous doctors. Eventually he agreed with the diagnosis. You could visibly see the alleged advocate deflate.



He prescribed yet another new narcotic called Embeda. This one actually offered a bit of relief. He wanted Kim to perform regular exercise, see a chiropractor, and attend a different therapist. The advocate sent her to what turned out to be a “Work Hardening” program. Kim lasted one day and came home in excruciating pain.



We called our lawyer about this woman’s intrusion into Kim’s treatment. We were informed that we did not have to allow her into the doctor’s office nor follow her recommendations on which provider to see.



Not knowing where else to turn, we continued to see Dr. Drill Sergeant. He was tough. Kim’s not working hard enough. It’s going to hurt anyway so just do it. He lacked any compassion whatsoever.



After no improvements were noted, he decided to give Kim some pain blocking injections. This was to be done under sedation, in the hospital. We drove the two hours on the appointed day and took our places in the waiting room. Kim hobbled to the water cooler and took a small sip of water. She was immediately called to the nurse’s station. “I’m sorry ma’am, but we have to cancel your injections. You can’t drink water before the procedure.”  There we were, two hours from home. There would be no relief today.



The drive home was a somber one. I was livid with the hospital, but tried hard to keep my emotions in check. Kim just sat with her head hung down. There was nothing to do but keep on keeping on.



Eventually we returned for the shots. Kim emerged numb from the waist down and a bit high. The drive home featured her telling me it was our day to bring snacks for the soccer match. There was no soccer match. In fact, neither of the kids was playing soccer at the time.



She seemed to be pain free on that drive. It was to be short-lived. As soon as the numbness wore off, the pain returned. The shots didn’t work. We returned two more times, for two more rounds of shots. The outcome was the same. Dr. Drill Sergeant had no other tricks. He upped the Embeda and sent us to a chiropractor. He also prescribed another medication called Neurontin. This was supposed to help calm nerve pain. Over the course of several months he gradually increased her dose to thirty-six hundred milligrams per day. We later learned this was a ridiculously high amount.



Dr. Yacht was a nice enough fellow. He liked to brag about his big boat that he kept on the Jersey shore. He also drove a fancy BMW. His modus operandi was typical chiropractor fare. Kim went for treatments three times a week for months with no discernible improvement. Dr. Yacht decided to up his game. He started stringing up Kim in his traction machine. Picture a mid-evil torture device designed to stretch the spine millimeters at a time. Not surprisingly, this had a very negative effect on Kim’s well being. The pain worsened. The other symptoms worsened. She was going downhill fast.



At this point we took it upon ourselves to try to get into John’s Hopkins hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. We made enough phone calls until someone agreed to consult with Kim and suggest a course of treatment. After a lengthy exam and thorough study of her records, they offered one possible option. They wanted to insert a spinal cord stimulator. An electrode would be inserted into the spine. It would give off tiny vibrations to disrupt the pain signals being sent. First a trial would be done with an external controller. If the trial was a success, surgery would be performed to install the controller under her skin.



They sent us home with a DVD on the procedure, which included testimonials from happy patients. We did our own research. It appeared that the SCS was an option of last resort. Patients were not eligible unless all other options had failed. It had an alarming rate of complications, which usually meant additional surgery to adjust the electrode.



Our other physicians were not enthused about the idea. We felt we didn’t have any other choice. After thinking it over we asked to be approved for the surgery and insertion of the Spinal Cord Stimulator. Our request was denied by the insurance company. Kim was willing to take the risk in hopes of any chance at all that it would help. Big Z was unwilling to pay for it. The option of last resort would not be available to us.


Find out how Kim overcame all the obstacles and won her battle with RSD/CRPS.

To read the rest of The Untold Story of Kim, click this link to Amazon.com


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Number 1 Bestseller in Physical Impairments

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Best Facebook Resources for RSD/CRPS

Since the release of The Untold Story of Kim, I’ve made some new friends and fans who suffer from the insidious syndrome. I’ve also spent some time perusing Facebook looking for like-minded people. Often those who suffer debilitating pain feel alone and don’t know where to turn. These great FB places can help you to learn more about RSD/CRPS, share your story, or offer a friendly voice.

Some are pages you can “Like”, and some are groups you can join. Go and give them a Like or join up with others just like you.


Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy Association


RSDSA promotes awareness of CRPS, funds research towards more effective treatments and a cure, and supports individuals with CRPS. 



Invisible Disabilities Association


The Invisible Disabilities Association (IDA) IDA’s Mission is to Encourage, Educate and Connect People and Organizations Touched by Illness, Pain and Disability Around the Globe!



RSD aka Really Sucks Dystrophy

Complex regional pain syndrome · Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy Syndrome ·Chronic pain

This is a community (Group) to share with fellow sufferers of RSD/CRPS


RSD/CRPS Friends In Pain


Welcome and thank you for visiting my page! I created this in order to help give inspiration and hope, by using quotes, stories and links, to people with not only RSD/CRPS, but also other chronic pain disorders!!



RSD/CRPS Doesn’t Own Me


Our mission is to remind people with RSD/CRPS that life is still worth living. We want to offer support, stories of hope, and encouragement to fellow RSD/CRPS Angels. It is our hope to raise RSD/CRPS awareness that will help others understand the seriousness of this disease.



Chronic Regional Pain Syndrome (a.k.a. Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy)


This group is for those who have CRPS, and for those who know someone with CRPS that want to better understand what they are dealing with.





 A small, intimate group with lots of interaction. You’ll find friends here.




If you have not read The Untold Story of Kim, the Kindle version is available at Amazon for just 2.99.



Paperback will be available very soon. 


The Untold Story Of The Lovely Miss Kim

  Before our Job Quitting Boat Living journey began, our lives were changed forever by a simple accident. My lovely wife Kim suffered a minor injury while on the job. She was in some pain, but there was nothing that would make anyone think the long term consequences would be bad. 

  Time passed and the pain got worse. Doctors scratched their heads. More tests! More doctors, X-rays, MRIs, EMGs, etc. The pain grew steadily worse. Eventually, it was discovered that Kim was suffering from RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy). The key to curing RSD is to diagnose and treat it very early. We missed out on that window. The long term prognosis for late stage treatment is not good. Essentially, the nerves are still passing along a pain signal to the brain, even though the original injury has healed. The pathway of pain is stuck in the ON position. 

  We were introduced to the world of pain management. Narcotics, among other drugs, were prescribed heavily. Kim’s quality of life plummeted. Her pain multipied many times over. She exhibited all the so called classic symptoms of RSD.

  • Continuous burning or throbbing pain, usually in your arm, leg, hand or foot
  • Sensitivity to touch or cold
  • Swelling of the painful area
  • Changes in skin temperature — at times your skin may be sweaty; at other times it may be cold
  • Changes in skin color, which can range from white and mottled to red or blue
  • Changes in skin texture, which may become tender, thin or shiny in the affected area
  • Changes in hair and nail growth
  • Joint stiffness, swelling and damage
  • Muscle spasms, weakness and loss (atrophy)
  • Decreased ability to move the affected body part


  My lovely wife was now a helpless crippled shell of her former self. To shorten this tale tremendously, She’s doing better now. After 5 years of unbearable pain, some near death experiences and scores of doctors, tests, treatments, drugs, spinal injections, epidurals . . .  She has finally started to lead a normal life. Guess what? The doctors didn’t fix her. Nope, they didn’t do anything to make her well. 

It became a case of not what they were doing for her, but rather what they were doing to her. I’ve decided to write a book, in honor of the lovely MIss Kim and all those who’ve suffered with RSD or similar chronic pain syndromes. I want to show how modern medicine was killing my wife. 


  How did we get off the drug merry-go-round and start down the path to actual healing? I’m saving that for the book., but you may be surprised as to how Kim cured herself with NO doctor’s input. I can’t wait to start putting her story into words. As her caregiver for those difficult years, I’m the only one who knows exactly the depth of her pain, her fears and frustrations. I’m also the only one who knows just how brave and determined she really is. 

  I love my wife. After you read her story, you’ll love her too.