Regan Jean Coussan LMT

05/24/2026

I so love my wife for laughs like this.

05/04/2026

05/04/2026

May the 4th Be With You!

And in honor of Star Wars Day, anyone who calls or messages today to pre-book gets $10 off when they come in for their appointment.

01/10/2026

I was a pediatric surgeon. I was scheduled for a risky heart surgery on little Owen, six years old. He was just bones and HUGE, FEARFUL EYES. His chart detailed a CONGENITAL DEFECT that had stolen his childhood. I reassured his parents that the operation was successful.

The next morning, I expected relief in his room. Instead, OWEN WAS ALONE. No mother. No father. Just his dinosaur toy and a forgotten cup.

"Where are your parents, buddy?" I asked gently. He shrugged. "THEY HAD TO LEAVE." A part of my chest CRACKED.

I checked his vitals and tried not to panic. When I stepped out, the SHOCKING TRUTH hit me. They had signed all discharge papers and then simply VANISHED. The number was disconnected. The address was fake. They were broke, terrified, and had made the WORST DECISION of their lives.

That night, I came home late. My wife, Nora, saw my face and simply said, "TELL ME." I told her about the little boy with the scar. We had tried to conceive WITHOUT SUCCESS.

Nora then said, "IF HE HAS NO ONE, WE CAN BE HIS SOMEBODY." And so, we adopted Owen.

Twenty-five years passed. Owen excelled academically, driven by purpose. He chose pediatrics and eventually returned to our hospital. My son. MY COLLEAGUE.

Then, one Tuesday, everything stopped. We were mid-surgery when my pager flashed a PERSONAL EMERGENCY notification: NORA — ER — CAR CRASH.

Owen saw my panic, and we both sprinted. We found Nora bruised and shaking, but ALIVE. Owen immediately gripped her hand. "MOM, ARE YOU OKAY?" he asked, his voice breaking. Nora smiled. "I'M OKAY, SWEETHEART."

Then Owen looked up. I watched my son's face CHANGE COMPLETELY. Standing beside Nora was a woman in a worn coat, her hands scraped, eyes wide.

Owen stared at her. Her gaze fixed on the slight gap at his collar—where his scrubs opened. Her lips TREMBLED VISIBLY.

"OWEN," she whispered.

Owen's throat moved. "HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?" ⬇️

01/05/2026

Good Morning, Friends of Massage!

I have been hearing the customary remarks about "New Year, New You", ringing out since the Bells tolled midnight on the 1st! And one of the easiest ways to make that possible, is not being pain. I've got a lot of time available, both at my private office, and at Massage Envy N College. Come by and see me, and let me help make those resolutions a reality!

11/27/2025

11/13/2025

Hey, Friends of Massage! I still have a lot of appointments open for Thursday and Friday at Massage Envy!