Scenar Therapy

I would like to tell you a story about my partner and his experiences regarding an injury he suffered to his left knee. This story is written from his perspective. It goes like this….

"It was only a few months ago when I stopped playing with my children. It wasn't out of choice but rather circumstance. It happened one afternoon when my two young children wanted a game of cricket. I said, 'OK, let's have a game.' Five minutes later I was in pain and could hardly walk. It was just a simple swing of the bat that did it. The pain I felt in my left knee was excruciating, my knee had 'locked' and I was hopping around screaming out in agony as if I was demonstrating some primitive tribal voodoo dance. The kids didn't know what to believe at first, but they soon caught on that it was serious.

This was the first time I had ever experienced a 'locked' knee. I put myself straight to bed and for two days that's basically where I stayed. Once my knee finally did unlock, I was able to walk again albeit very gingerly. After a few days though, my knee improved and felt as good as new…or so I thought.

Convincing myself that it was only a once off occurrence, I commenced going back to doing household duties. I was washing the car and before I had a chance to finish the job my knee suddenly locked on me, yet again, and I was back in bed. No warning, no indication that it was coming. Only that wrenching sensation of something tearing deep inside my knee following by, what was to become, that familiar excruciating pain.

It was another two days before my knee unlocked and I was able to walk again. I remembered that I had purchased a magnetic knee strap some time ago and decided that I would wrap it round my knee. For over a week my knee seemed to have settled back down and as I had booked a flight some months before, decided that I would be fit enough to make the flight.

It was at the terminal just before going through those scanner partitions you now see at all the airports that I realised that my magnetic knee strap would probably set off these scanners. I removed the strap and handed it over to Angela. After making sure I had everything, I said my goodbyes and boarded the plane. It was only when I was comfortably seated that I realised that I had forgotten to take back the magnetic strap from Angela.

'I'll be OK', I thought. My knee was feeling better and it was probably time I weened myself off that magnetic strap anyway. Whilst walking out of the arrival area of the airport and down those long corridors towards the exit to find my interconnecting bus for the next stage of my journey, I went down like a 'bag of spuds', out for the count so to speak. Yes it had happened again and without warning as if my legs had been chopped off from under me. Here I was in the middle of an international airport, on my own and completely crippled. I struggled over to a seat and sat for a few minutes hoping that by some miracle, I would get up and walk my way out of this. But when I tried to get up and walk, my worst fears had been realised and I was going nowhere.

I looked around and saw a young woman in one of those currency exchange booths. I managed to hobble over to her to ask where first-aid was. She pointed down a long walkway and said, "About five hundred meters that way", to which I replied, "You've got to be kidding me. What about a phone?" She turned her arm 90 degrees to the left and said, "Oh, about one hundred meters that way". I looked at her wrenching with pain and asked if I could leave my bag with her while I made a phone call. She replied, "Oh no, you can't leaved that here!", motioning me away as if I was some sort of terrorist and she was to be the hapless victim of a devious plot to blow up Sydney airport.

It was in that moment that I had never felt as lonely and as helpless as I did. It was an overwhelming powerless feeling that I never wish to have again. Eventually I found somebody and they called the ambulance where I was taken away to a nearby Sydney hospital. I could write an article just on my experiences at that hospital. After over 8 hours of waiting in casualty and I was finally seen by a doctor who basically said, 'I can't find anything wrong with you, here's some anti-inflammatory drugs, some pain killers and some crutches, next!'

'Whoa' I said, 'it's 10 o'clock at night, I have missed my interconnecting bus, I have no accommodation, I haven't had anything to eat or drink since earlier this morning and I can't walk!' She replied, 'Don't you know anyone in Sydney?' I replied, 'I know one person that is reasonably close but she lives in a boathouse on the harbour about a hundred steps down from the street. I don't think that’s going to work, do you?'

Finally understanding my plight she called the hospital social worker who found me a reclining chair, a blanket, a sandwich and a hot cup of tea. After what I had been through I felt that I had been rescued from the depths of despair by one of Gods own angels. It was almost heavenly!

Six o'clock the next morning and I could not get out of that place quick enough. A taxi ride back to the airport and I was on the first flight back home. Upon arrival, Angela and the kids were waiting for me as I hobbled on my crutches off the tarmac and into the airport lounge. I don't think I have ever been so happy to be back home and with my family. It was so comforting.

Since that occasion I had an MRI Scan on my left knee which revealed a badly torn medial meniscus and that the only solution was to operate and remove (not repair) the meniscus. The Doctor assured me that the operation would stop my knee from locking and return me to a functional state. 'Doesn't removing the meniscus increase the chances of arthritis?' I said. The Doctor replied, 'Well yes but that's the decision you're going to have to make.' 'What the?' I thought. Surely, there must be another way. Of course, the doctor knew of no other way.

Well it was my neighbour who came up with the answer to my dilemma. He told me about a therapy he had a couple of years ago that fixed his knee problem. 'What was it? I asked. 'Scenar,' he said. 'What's Scenar?' I asked. 'It's an acronym, he replied. That was about all he could tell me about it. He did give me the name of the local scenar therapist and I rang and left a message with a person who promised that she would return my call. She never did.

Being a bit of a fatalist, I took this as a sign to conduct my own research so I spent the next couple of weeks learning all about scenar. After being convinced from the overwhelming testimonials of people singing the praises of this technology, I decided that rather than see a therapist, I buy one for myself and the family. That way we could always have it on hand as a first aid device to treat injuries and other conditions. After all the things I read it could do were amazing.

I studied all the different brands on the market, both in Australia and Worldwide. One thing I can tell you is that scenar is both a maze and at the same time amazing. It has a very colourful history dating back to the eighties when the Soviet Space Program was initially developing this technology for use by cosmonauts in space. There are a lot of scenar wannabe's that lure you with their seemingly good value pricing, but further investigations reveal their limitations either in their clinical applications or the cheap electronic components they employ. Out of all those that did cut the mustard, there was only one which fulfilled the crucial criteria of performance, quality and value; it was the 'Acuscen'.

I ended up buying an Acuscen and coincidently, not just any Acuscen but the first one sold in this country. It was all a series of coincidences that led me to Mike (the Australian Acuscen Distributor) who had only recently taken on the distributorship. He hadn't even had it up on his website yet. It was during the first treatment with Mike when I realised that my body had indeed 'forgotten' that I had anything wrong with my knee. As it is with many chronic problems, the brain/body seems to 'give up' on the problem and doesn't recognise it as needing repair. The Acuscen 'woke' up my brain to the fact that it was neglecting my knee and it took over 30 minutes of concentrated work just on my left knee to get the healing energy flowing again. My knee had indeed become what they call in scenar speak an 'energy cyst' or what I would call, a 'dead zone'.

Mike suggested that I stop wearing the magnetic strap and you know I haven't worn it since that first Acuscen treatment. That was only three weeks ago and my knee has not locked since. I have used my Acuscen regularly to keep the healing processes working. My knee no longer aches, there is no pain or discomfort and I am doing all those things that I was doing before that day I had locked it for the first time. I can even get down on my knees and up again without them locking. A miracle, perhaps? No its just scientific technology that had rescued me from the clutches of the operating surgeon and I am so thankful to Acuscen for giving me a second chance.

Am I playing cricket again, you may ask? No, not yet. I do not want to spoil the second chance that Acuscen has given me. I intend to take it easy and allow my knee to heal properly, the way it should have from the beginning. I want my knee to last me for many more years yet."