NeuroCytonix Day 19

Wednesday August 6, 2025
Connections and A Therapeutic Window
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There is a tunnel that runs through the Sierra Madre mountain ridge joining San Pedro Garza García to the rest of Monterrey Mexico. Wikipedia’s photographs of the tunnel are out-of date. The entrance to the long curving passageway is painted with a large black and white mural depicting figures that appear to be influenced by the rock paintings of indigenes people. Rain-bowing the entire lining of the tunnel is a geometric pattern of circles and semi-circles of colour artificially lit. In a snapshot they streak into blurred ribbons. Immediately on the other side of the ridge, the flavour changes. The pristine qualities of San Pedro with its polished sky scrapers, and shiny plazas are replaced with smaller concrete homes and local businesses painted in hues softened by the sun and worn on their edges. Fundidora Parque was our destination.

After two days in our hotel following treatment and exercises we were ready to go out and explore further. Uber offers larger vehicles that can manage us despite having no wheelchair ramps. It is physically demanding to transfer Julius into a car. The drivers are apprehensive watching us. With the help of Jules’ sister I am able to slide him into the back seat and hold him upright while she buckles the belt across him, snaps herself in and supports his body with hers. Although the chair collapses, it is still quite bulky. The equipment underneath and the seat cushion have to be removed for the chair to fit inside the hatchbacks. Julius has been clunked in the head a couple of times, but we have gotten better at the task.
Fundidora is massive and demonstrates what Mexican people value above all else- Family. In Parque Fundidora, capitalism takes a back seat. There is no fee to enter the park and all people with disabilities are free to visit the museums within. On the grounds, are very few places to purchase food and drink. Outside vendors are not permitted inside the park. Families can bring picnics and have family parties without a rental fee. We crossed no souvenir kiosks dotting the paths or gift shops within the museums.

Families here are large and multigenerational. Grand-parents are at the top of the family hierarchy with regard to respect and are an integral part of daily activities and all celebrations. Julius was well accepted without reservation or fear. One woman in the Children’s Museum was so excited when she learned that Julius could see the scarfs printed with different bugs, as they were sucked up into a transparent piping system that spit them out over our heads so they could waft down. You would have thought she was his grandmother! The kids squealed with delight trying to catch the cloths before their soft landings. Julius and his wheelchair right in there with them, never triggered a stall or stare, even when the bug-prints landed on him. We were surrounded with acceptance and belonging as we have been most of the time. In a nearby circular sandpit, we watched my daughter excavate “dinosaur bones” with a family of local children. None of the kids, the parents or the program guides were bilingual. Most locals do not speak any English, but it simply didn’t matter. Bones are bones.

The doctor at the Center told us Fundidora also has a river with boat rides, a hotel, a convention center a theatre, a design center and much more. We only managed one button-hole corner that included a wax museum where I had the chance to ask Diego Rivera why he couldn’t be a better husband to Frida Kahlo. It would take multiple visits to Fundidora to experience everything it has to offer. Jove says “It’s okay. We can come back.” But she says that about everything we’ve loved here.

Just after sunset, we were working our way out of park, past the huge Museum of Steel (a converted foundry). Its monumental outdoor sculptures infused with their utilitarian past were crusted in rust and patina. Crowds of families were just entering Fundidora and the wide paved areas that were barren when we arrived, had become active with bicycles and roller-bladers unbound from the heat of the day.
We were exhausted when we returned to our hotel, quickly crashing after showers and up again at 6:30 am preparing for another treatment at the Center where we meet new faces as families rotate out and others come in. Soon, we will be saying goodbye as well and I already miss the connections we’ve made.

I am reading another book. It’s long title is Melting Bone, Healing Tide; How to Reanimate Inertial Bone Tissue Through Therapeutic Touch; An Introduction to Biodynamic Skeletal Therapy. (Yeah, a mouthful) Now, that Julius is able to release his joints, I have the opportunity to use the techniques Dr. Scott Sternthal describes in depth. The book is a class in osteopathy and cranial sacral techniques that one of Julius’ physical therapist used to calm Jules’ severe neurological agitation, when he was about a week old. I remember it well, because nothing would stop Jules from wailing after he woke from his coma. His entire body turned beet red, his nose bled and the blood vessels in his face broke. We tried everything to calm him. Only this therapy given in the hospital by a young therapist named, Kevin, could settled Jules into a restful sleep when nothing else worked. Now, Julius’ treatments at NeuroCytonix has opened a therapeutic window that closed long ago. And it is imperative that I use this chance to continue supporting the improvements we’ve witnessed. One, I haven’t mentioned yet, are the painful muscle spasms we were dealing with often. They have disappeared since starting treatment with Cytonix and I have decreased Julius’ medication to manage them. As for Melting Bone, Healing Tide, I was drawn to the book by its title and only learned it is the same therapy Kevin used after I began reading its pages. I wonder if he is still a practitioner after all these years.

A therapeutic window is the optimal time for intervention following an injury or traumatic event. We are told the benefits Julius is experiencing now will continue for 6-8 months, possibly up to a year, and that we should use these upcoming months to continue stimulating Julius' brain and help with his neuro connection to his physical body. The exercises inspired by Sternthal’s book are very different from what I was doing previously. The physio manipulation is more about a collaborative practice between myself and Julius’ body rather than a forceful stretching of his limbs which always initiates a counter-action. Julius is now able to “give-in’ and he’ll even smile, laugh or fall asleep during the exercises, when I do them correctly.

​There is still so much to learn and I know managing our schedules at home with on-going disruptions is going to continue testing me without end. Here, we have experienced less obstacles even with a wheelchair, the luggage left at the airport, and the lost formula and medical supplies the airline still hasn’t recovered.  At home, our typical month of responsibilities, demands and distractions comes from all sides and never lets up. It’s been a remarkable gift to have uninterrupted and concentrated time with both of my kids. It is something we have never had before. I need to solve this as I fall back into multiple roles. My fear has shifted from coming here, to returning home.