STRESS KILLS, by Cheryl Marceau“You’ll love Joe. He has a gift.” That’s what my friend Beth said, when I asked about the massage therapist she’d recently discovered. I’d been suffering from miserable upper-back pain for a while, and my doctor wasn’t too happy with the way my heart was functioning. After a barrage of testing, she’d chalked up the heart problems to stress. My work was challenging, at the best of times. I had recently moved out of the condo I’d shared with the man I once thought I’d marry, and my parents were going through their own health issues. A massage might help with some of the stress, or at least un-knot those back muscles screaming for attention.
Peaceful Escape Massage was on the first floor of an imposing office building next to the Cambridge reservoir, just off I
