Do I Really Need to Have X-Rays?

Posted by Andrew Moore on November 22, 2016

This is a question that we get from time to time from a prospective patient…do they really need to have x-rays taken?  This is a great question, especially since not all chiropractors use x-rays.  Just like a dentist uses x-rays as part of their normal exam, x-rays are an important part of a specific upper cervical chiropractic examination.  And just like how the dentist wants to know the alignment and overall health of the teeth, the same is true in our office when it comes to your spinal structure.  Being able to actually see and measure specific shifts in the alignment of the spinal structures (vertebra) in the spine eliminates guesswork, ensures a precise and specific correction and greatly increases both patient safety and quality of care.

The most common and legitimate concern people have is how much radiation exposure comes with taking x-rays.  This is a valid concern.  Most people are surprised to learn that we are exposed to radiation on a daily basis termed ‘background radiation’.  We are exposed to it in many forms; atmospheric (the sun’s UV rays), cell phones, airplanes and in our homes from radon gas.  X-ray exposure is measured in what are called millisieverts (mSv). It is estimated that the average person is exposed to 2-3 mSv per year in background radiation. Additionally, different parts of the body absorb radiation in different ways and thinner structures, like your neck or hands for example, require less radiation than someone’s abdomen.  To put this all into perspective, the specific x-rays we take of the neck equate to 0.2 mSv of radiation, which is roughly only 6 weeks’ worth of background radiation.  And just like your body has the ability to heal from a cut, it has the ability to ‘heal’ and recover from x-rays.

Our X-ray technology allows us to pinpoint down to the millimeter and degree the position of the misaligned bones. The filters we use on our machine protect the patient, decrease radiation exposure and allow for a more precise image.  This enables us to tailor our care specifically to your body and your condition. This is why our care is so gentle, specific, safe and effective and also why we take x-rays in the first place. At the end of the day, the most important things for us are your health and our reputation, and we will not compromise either in helping you achieve your goals as quickly, safely and effectively as possible.

Be well,

Dr. Andrew

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Natural Headache Relief with Chiropractic in Oakville: Lisa’s Story

Posted by Andrew Moore on October 25, 2016

Headaches are one of the more common conditions that bring people into our office.  Headaches come in many different types and presentations. Some experience extreme tension around their temples and side of head. Others experience them as pain at the base of the skull and/or behind their eyes, some get them in clusters and some present as full blown migraine.  They are so common, the medical journal Canadian Family Physician reported in 2015 the lifetime incidence among Canadians to be as high as 78%.



For Lisa, like many others, they were simply constant. When we see cases like this, we know it is critical to establish if there has been a shift in the structure and alignment of the head and neck.  If there has been a shift in the position of the bones of the neck (especially the upper neck), this creates pressure on the nerves that have to travel from the brain stem through the spine and out to the head.  Here is Lisa’s story;

Be well,

Dr. Andrew


“I had been suffering from constant, chronic headaches for over 20 years. Nothing seemed to help.  I was taking Advil and Tylenol constantly, and had also tried losing weight, exercising, different eye-wear and nothing was able to help.  It felt like the my only option was to continue taking more and more pills and hope it eventually went away.  They affected my mood, productivity at work, ability to focus and enjoy my free time.  Within 6 weeks of getting adjusted, I was no longer getting nauseous. I was getting about 60% fewer headaches than before and my digestion even improved! Within a few months I was headache free.  9 years later and I still go for my monthly check up and adjustment…and am still headache free.  I’ve also noticed that as my alignment improved my mood, energy and overall quality of life improved.  Dr. Moore saved me from an endless prescription of Advil and the fear of expecting a debilitating headache at any moment.”

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Should My Child Be Taking Vitamins?

Posted by Andrew Moore on October 17, 2016

One of the more common questions I get asked about from new parents, and one area that can be a pretty confusing to navigate is the world of vitamins and supplements and should my child be taking them?  This is certainly understandable given how much more information there is nowadays about all the amazing benefits of ‘x’ or ‘y’ supplement all over the news and social media…but what do I as a parent need to know in order to make an informed decision?

In our office, we like to keep things simple and the simplest way of looking at vitamins and supplements is this; our body has nutritional requirements that must be met in order for you or your child to express your full health potential.  If you give your body the proper fuel, it innately knows what to do with it and will keep you healthy and well.  Therefore, what I choose to include in my diet is done with that purpose in mind.  This means lots of vegetables, fruits, organic meat and avoiding as much as I can processed foods and meat, sugars, dairy, fried foods, GMO and ‘junk’ food.  So how do vitamins fit in?

If we acknowledge that our bodies have requirements that if met will lead to health, then it stands to reason that by that definition we could be deficient in one or more areas. Makes sense doesn’t it.  This can be seen in many different ways – someone who is 80 lbs overweight for example can be seen as deficient in exercise. When we look at the body that way three common deficiencies stand out;


  • Vitamin D
  • Omega 3
  • Probiotics


Vitamin D: If you live in Canada, chances are you are deficient in this vitamin.  Our bodies can take the suns rays and make this vitamin, however there is not enough sunlight in the fall and winter in this country and research has shown it is extremely unlikely you are getting enough.   Vitamin D is helps the body absorb calcium and strengthen bones.  It also helps fight infection like the cold and flu, reduces risk for cardiovascular disease and cancer. One study in Japan found that giving school children 1,200 units of vitamin D in the winter time reduced risk of influenza infection by 40%.

Probiotics: These are live bacteria and yeasts that live in and are very beneficial to your digestive health. They have been shown to reduce irritable bowel, diarrhea, ulcerative colitis and symptoms of IBD and IBS.  Research is also showing a link between some autoimmune and attention deficit disorders, food sensitivities and food allergies and having an imbalance of probiotics.  These are best to buy at a local health store on their own as unfortunately most of the foods they are added into are usually also full of sugar and processed ingredients.

Omega 3 fats: These are essential to your overall health and do not make you fat. They help reduce heart disease risk, normalize and regulate your cholesterol, help protect against autoimmune disorders, ADHD, rheumatoid arthritis, breast, colon and prostate cancer as well as irritable bowel and Crohn’s disease.  Omega-3 is often sold as a combination with Omega-6 and sometimes Omega-9.  For the purposes of keeping things simple today, stick with an Omega-3 only and avoid one that includes Omega-6.  The recommended ratio of Omega-3: Omega-6 is anywhere from 1:1 to 1:4…yet studies are showing the average north American to have ratios of up to 1:25. Too much Omega-6 leads to too much inflammation and can lead to a host of other health problems.

Those are the three that I personally stick with, as they are required vitamins for good health.  Are there circumstances where some children might need to take other vitamins on top of these three? Of course and a qualified naturopath can help you identify other areas that may be lacking. But as a starting point, stick to those three and see your child’s mood, digestion, immune system and concentration improve.

Dr. Andrew

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The Story of That Something

Posted by Andrew Moore on August 10, 2016

This one is a little long, but worth the read and a favourite of Dr. Brett and myself.  This story was written by BJ Palmer, son of DD Palmer (the founder of chiropractic). Anyone who needs a little pick-me-up, kick in the butt, inspiration or motivation, read on…

Dr. Andrew



Then Randolph turned to me. “Man, write that story you’ve told us. Write it so that every man may read. Send that message out into the world. If men will read that story, read and re-read, until it is written on their memories, if men will believe the message you bring, and then if they will but awaken that something within their souls that now lies asleep—I say if you can make men do this, you will have done more for mankind than any man or any thousand men have done in many, many years. Write it, man, write it word for word as you have told it here, so every man may read. Write it, man, write it.” And so it has been written.

This happened a long, long time ago. I never see a man limp without thinking of that day. The sky wept. No rift of brighter color broke the drabness of it. I thought the universe wept. That was my outlook. The very times were in misery. Men were out of work. I was one of them. I had slept the night before on the cold, cement floor of the city’s jail. I slept as a tired dog sleeps, a dog worn out with a fruitless chase. All of the night before, I had walked, walked, walked—my pride keeping me from this place. And so the day had found me walking, aimlessly, looking only for food, shelter and work. This could not last forever, so that night I had stumbled down the low, narrow hallway of the jail, and been let into a barred cell with a hundred others. And there I had lain as one dead, on the cold, hard floor. But it is of the day that followed that night in jail that you shall hear. For that was the day of my life. It was then I found “That Something.”

My feet were very tired. My soul wept with the sky. I stood, as in a wilderness alone, on the corner of a great thoroughfare in a great city. And then a man stopped by my side. He was of my height and build. I caught a glimpse of his face. I thought that this man might have been myself, if…

But my present need drove out reflections. I laid my hand on his arm. “I am hungry,” I said simply.

He turned slowly and looked at me. First his gaze took in every detail of the outer man, from my water-soaked cap to my poor, cracked shoes. And then, through my eyes, he seemed to search my soul.

I stood there ashamed. I laugh when I think of that now, but it was different then.

“Well,” he said presently, “suppose you were fed. What then?” I shifted my weight from one tired foot to the other. “I’d try to get a job somewhere,” I muttered after a moment. “You’d try?” he asked. “Yes, try,” I answered, “although there is little chance. Nobody wants men now. I’ll try, sir. But I don’t care for that now—it’s food I want. I’m hungry, Can you help me?”

“No,” he answered, a note of pity in his voice. “I cannot help you. No man can.” “But you could feed me,” I said, with some petulance in my voice. “It is not food you need!” “What then?” I asked. “That Something,” was his reply.

A man joined him. They began talking of matters of mutual interest. I was shuffling away through the drizzling, miserable rain, when he called me back and handed me his card. “Man, go find ‘That Something’,” he said, “and when you’ve found it, come to me.” Come to you for what?” I asked. “To thank me,” was his answer, and he and his friend passed on.

There were two words that stuck in my memory. “That Something!” I fell to wondering. I turned into a pool room, and found a seat. I sat there thinking. The balls on the tables before me clicked nickels away from men who could ill afford the pleasures of the place. I sat there a long, long time. There was nowhere else to go.

Ahead of me I saw another night in jail. Yet the day seemed longer than the night. It was warm in there. The hum of voices, the regular click, click, click of ivory, the occasional thumping of cue on marble floor—all this in time developed into a dull chorus of monotony. And then I fell asleep.

I believe in God. I believe in miracles. I believe in visions as well. But it is only natural that I should have dreamed of “That Something”—so perhaps it was neither miracle nor vision.

You will think it a foolish dream; yet it changed my life. That’s reason enough for the telling. You may laugh at it scornfully; then my dream will do you no good. You may see in it what I saw; then you will take your place with the masters of men.

This was my dream: I dreamed that I awoke! That is the most wonderful part of the dream; for in my dream I realized that I had been asleep—a long, long sleep from the very beginning of things—and I saw myself, there in the pool room, asleep. Then I saw myself start, my eyes opened, and I dreamed that I saw.

“What awakened me?” I asked in my dream. “You awakened yourself,” answered a voice nearby. I turned about, but no one was near. “Who are you?” I asked. “I am ‘That Something’,” came the reply. “But where are you?” “I am hidden in your soul.”

For some moments I thought over what was said. Then I stammered, “How—how did you get there?” “I was born there.” “Why have I not known you were there before?” “No man knows it,” answered the voice, “until he awakes.” “Are you in other men’s souls, as well?” “There is ‘That Something’in every man’s soul, which can move the mountains or dry the seas.” “Then you must be Faith!” “Yes,” came the answer, “I am Faith, but I am more—I am that which makes men face the fires of hell, and win.” “Then you must be Confidence, as well.” “Yes, I am more than Confidence—I am that which makes the babbling brooks lift worlds upon their wavelets.” “You are Power,” I cried. “Yes, I am more than Power,” answered the voice. “I am that which makes the wretched failure lift up himself and rule the world.” “You are Ambition—I know you now.” “Yes, I am all you say—Faith, Confidence, Power, Ambition, and more. For greater than all is ‘That Something.’ I am that which every man must find in his soul or else he will be but a clutterer of the earth on which he lives.”

“But how can man find you?” “Even as you are finding me now. First you must awaken, then seek, and when you have found you must learn to control . . .” “Control what?” I asked, confused. “‘That Something’ . . . borrow it from your soul and baptize your life with it. Anoint your eyes, that you may see; anoint your ears, that you may hear; anoint your heart, that you may be!” “But tell me,” I cried frantically, for the voice was trailing off to almost nothing, “how can I do this? How? How?”

“This is the secret,” came the voice to me as the whisper of a gentle breeze, “these words—‘I will’.”

And then I awoke with a start. A man was shaking me roughly. “Clear out of here! We ain’t running no free rooming house for bums. If you want to sleep, take a sleeper, but get out of here.” “I will,” I answered unthinkingly, as I turned towards the door. “I will.”

My words brought back the dream vividly. I stood in the doorway, peering out into the rain. A boy with a dozen bundles stopped near me to shift his load. “I’ll help you, son,” I said, and laughed gladly as I took half his load and started with him down the street. “Gee, mister, cat’s pretty square of you, all right. How far are you going this way?” “Where are you taking these things?” I asked. He told me. “Why, that’s right where I’m going” I answered in mock surprise. And so we hurried on our way.

It was then the clouds overhead began to break. Before we had gone half way, the sun peeped out and the boy laughed with the pure delight of it. “By golly, mister, she’s going to be some handsome day tomorrow, ain’t it?” “I will,” I answered absently. He looked up at me, startled by my answer, started to ask a question, thought better of it, and, giving me another queer look, trudged on in silence.

When he had delivered his packages, he turned back towards the thoroughfare; and he asked me, with the innocent impertinence of boyhood: Say, mister, where do you work?” “Why, I’m working for you right now. It’s good to work, don’t you think?” “But ain’t you got no steady job?” “Yes,” I answered firmly, “I will.” Again he cast a queer look and quickened his pace.

We went together to the store at which he worked, It was the largest in the city. We hurried through a doorway at the rear, and I found myself in a large room. A man stepped up to me and asked what I wanted. “I have come here to work.” “What department? Who sent you?”

There were many men in there, packing boxes. Before I could answer his question, someone called him and he hurried away. I took off my coat, hung it on a nail, and started to work, following the example of those near me. A half hour later, the man who first accosted me passed. “Oh,” he said, “so they put you at it while I was gone, did they?” “I’m doing my best, sir,” I answered as I drove a nail with a bang.

And so I worked until six o’clock. The sun was very bright outside. When the six o’clock bell rang, the men began filing by the clock. “What about the clock?” I asked the man in charge. “Didn’t they give you a number?” “No.” Then I told him my name, he gave me a number, and I punched out.

The boy was waiting for me at the door. “How’d you get the job?” he asked curiously. “That was secured for me before I showed up there.” “Who got it for you?” “‘That Something’,” was my answer. “Aw, quit stringing me. How’d you get on? I seen a dozen men trying to get in on that work this morning and they was all turned down.” “But,” I explained with a smile, “they had never found ‘That Something’.” He again favored me with a queer look.

“Where do you live?” he asked finally. “I am going to find a place now.” “Well, my maw keeps a boarding house—why don’t you come up to my place?”

There was but one other boarder. He was a professor of a number of ology branches at a nearby denominational college. He was a little man, with unreasonable hair on his face and very little on his head. He wore thick glasses perched on a beaked nose. His eyes were small and black like shoe buttons. He watched me as I ate. When the meal was finished, he invited me to sit with him in his room.

“I hope you don’t mind my prying,” said he, “but I have been trying to figure you out.” “Yes?” “I have come to the conclusion that you are a student of sociology.” I laughed. “Bobby tells us you are packing boxes down at his store.” I nodded assent. “Then of course it is for the study of the conditions of the working masses that you are down there.” “Yes,” I admitted, “I am very much interested in conditions of the masses right now.” “Then you can help me; I am writing a series of papers on that very subject. Will you answer me this, please. What is it that keeps the underdog down? What is it that the upper ten possess that the under ten thousand do not have?” “Why, it’s ‘That Something’,” I answered. “What do you mean? Education? Environment?”

Before my mind was flashed the picture of my boyhood. I saw my room on the top floor of a city block building. I saw myself sleeping in dry-goods boxes in alleys, and by the boilers in boats on the river. Yes, I was an alley-cat and a wharf-rat. I saw myself placed at the mercy of five stepmothers and a father engrossed in his science. I saw myself working, gaining little or no schooling. And then, in the twinkling of an eye, the scene changed and I saw that awful room, with a hundred men lying around me on the cold, hard floor.

“No,” I answered thoughtfully, “it is neither of those things. ‘That Something’ is entirely different. I don’t know just what it is, but I am going to find it, pin it down, and then I will tell you more of it.”

As I looked into his face, I noticed the same puzzled expression the boy had worn. So, by mutual consent, the subject was changed and we talked of trivial things.

For a week or more, I packed boxes and drove nails. I was a good packer. I made ‘That Something’ work with me all the time.

One day, I noticed the shipping clerk had more work than he could handle. There were idle men in the department. They could do nothing until he checked up to them.

I laid down my hammer, walked over to where he stood, and said, “I am to help you this afternoon.” He looked up with a start. “Oh,” he exclaimed. “Well, that’s good. I’m glad they have sense enough to give me somebody to help out, at last.” He handed me a bunch of papers and made room for me at the desk.

The superintendent of the department was out of the room at the time. Presently he returned and glanced at me curiously. “So they’ve got you helping Dickey?” he said. I shrugged my shoulders without looking up, and continued figuring.

When I left the room that night, the superintendent of the department joined me. “Say,” he said, “I never did get onto how you were put in there. What’s the idea? Working through to learn the business?” “Yes,” I answered with confidence, “just that, I am to learn every detail of it.” “I thought something of the kind. To which one of ’em are you related?” “I do not think it wise to discuss that at this time,” was my answer. “Oh sure,” he hastened to say, “I don’t mean to be inquisitive. Anything I can do to help you, let me know.” And then he left me.

The shipping clerk was a bright young fellow. I liked him, and he liked me. One day, shortly after I had received my first raise in wages, he came to me with a problem. That night I stayed down with him and we worked it out together. We soon got in the habit of staying down one night each week, working over his systems.

He lacked originality. I helped him. He had been doing things just like the fellow before him. The business had been growing rapidly—practically doubled. We worked out an improved system. We drew up forms; planned out every detail. One day he carried our plans to the man in authority.

There came up a question which the shipping clerk did not quite understand, so they sent for me. My approach was far different from that of the sniveling beggar who had asked the man on the street corner for food.

The man in authority looked at me in surprise. “Who are you?” I handed him my card. “You are packing boxes?” he asked in surprise. “I am in the packing room—temporarily.”

Then he went over the shipping clerk’s plans in detail. “I think they’re all right. I’ll have these forms sent to the printer in the morning,” said the man in authority.

As we turned to leave the office, he called me back. “How long have you been in the packing rooms?” “Sixty-three days,” I answered. “You’ve been there long enough. There is nothing more for you to learn there, is there?” “No.” He studied me for a while in silence. “Funny neither of them has said anything about you,” he said at length, speaking half to himself. “I suppose the old man’s idea was for you to work out your own salvation—is that it?” “In a way,” I replied. “What any man accomplishes must eventually come from ‘That Something’ within him.”

He pondered this for a moment. Then he scrawled a few words on a piece of paper. “Hand that to Perkins in the Auditing Department tomorrow morning and we’ll see how you show up there.” I thanked him and turned to leave the room. “And say,” calling me back; “better forget about my having said anything about your relations with the old man. After all, you see, it’s none of my business.” “Certainly,” I answered, and left the room.

Three months later, I left Bob’s mother’s boarding house. It hurt me to do this. She had been almost a mother to me. There was a home life about the place which I had learned to love. Even the little hairy Ology Professor and his fanciful theories had become dear to me. But ‘That Something’ demanded that I move on.

So I moved on up the hill. I arranged for a room at a quiet boarding house. It was at the suggestion of the man in authority that I chose his boarding house. So we became acquaintances, then friends; and never once did the man in authority mention the fact that I was “learning the business.”

And so a year rolled ‘round. It was the time Perkins took his vacation. I was given the place until he returned. One day the old man came into the office. He looked at me keenly. Soon the man in authority came in; the old man called him aside. I overheard a portion of their conversation. “Who’s the man at Perkins’ desk?” the old man asked. The man in authority mentioned my name. “Funny I never heard of him before.” The man in authority gasped. The rest was spoken in guarded tones, and I heard no word further.

That night, the man in authority came into my sitting room.

“Say,” he began, “you’ve certainly got me locoed or something of the sort. I have been figuring you out all along as a ward or a long lost cousin of the old man. Now, today he comes in and jumps on me about putting you in this place of responsibility without first knowing all about you.

Of course, I know you’re all right but, by Jupiter, I’m placed in a deucedly unholy kind of light.”

“What’s all the trouble?” I asked. “My work going wrong?” “I should say not; but that’s aside from the question. What’s got me going is how the dickens you did it. How you got to hold down the most responsible job on the works without anybody knowing just what you really are. Tell me about yourself, will you?”

“I was born of poor but honest parents in a small coal-mining town of What Cheer, Iowa, in the year 1881. My father peddled fish in a wheelbarrow; my mother died when I was one and one-half years old—”.

“Oh, cut that bunk. Tell me to whom you are related, or who is backing you up. It’s pull that counts these days. Who gave you your start with the company?”

I leaned back in my leather Morris chair. Memory brought back the picture of that drab day of just one year before. And that brought to my mind the card that had been given me.

I had not thought of it before until that minute. I arose, went to a closet where hung the very suit I had worn on that eventful day. I had kept it as a souvenir of my awakening. As I had hoped, the card was in a pocket of the shabby vest. For the first time. I read the name engraved thereon:


I handed the card to the man in authority. He read it with wandering eyes. Now, Randolph was the silent partner of the business. Impossible coincidence? You may think so. I know men who believe success is impossible. And to them, success is impossible. And so perhaps you believe this impossible. But I tell you it as it happened.

“Funny Randolph never mentioned your name to the old man. Anyway, I wish I’d known this when he was talking about you today.” “I’m glad you didn’t,” I answered with a short laugh. “Why?” he asked, puzzled. “Go there to the phone and call up Randolph. I think he’ll tell you why.” “But—” he began. “Go on and call him up. I want you to,” I insisted. In a moment, Randolph was on the line. “Ask him,” I insisted.

The man in authority did so. I watched the changing expressions on his face. “You-say-you-never-heard-o….f-the-man!” gasped the man in authority. “Why, he’s holding down the most responsible job on the place.”

“Better let me talk to Mr. Randolph,” I interrupted. His hand was trembling as he surrendered the phone.

“Mr. Randolph,” I said, “I know you do not remember my name, for I am quite sure you have never heard it. You may remember, however, one miserable day a year ago when a beggar asked you for food.”

“Well, go on,” came a crisp voice over the phone.

“You may also remember telling that beggar that it was not food he needed—it was ‘That Something’, and that alone. Well, Mr. Randolph, I am the beggar to whom you spoke and I have found ‘That Something.’ I have learned to use it, and I want to thank you for having shown me the way. When may I have the opportunity of telling you about it?”

An hour later the story you have just heard was told to a strange trio: the man in authority, the professor of ologies, and Matthew Morrison Randolph. From time to time, as I told the tale, Randolph nodded his head in approval and I noticed a strange light begin to glow in the little professor’s eyes. When I had finished, we sat for a long time in silence, broken at last by Randolph, who said:

“And now tell me just what you think ‘That Something’ really is?”

I shook my head in dismay. “You folks know as much as I do about it,” I answered. “But of this one thing I am convinced, through and through. It is real human power, as truly real as the commercial electrical current. It is the power of the inner man, the fuel of the soul machine. It is the one thing necessary Until we awaken ‘That Something’ of the soul, we bear on our muscles those who have found ‘That Something.’ And we bear them on up the mountain to take their places among the masters of men. ‘That Something’ lies dormant in every soul until aroused. With many, it sleeps until the last great sleep. Sometimes it does not wake until man stands tottering on the border of the grave. Sometimes it is found by the child playing by its mother’s knee. A man’s success depends alone on ‘That Something.’ ‘That Something’ of his soul. Abraham Lincoln found it when a lad. It warmed the cold floor on which he lay and studied. It added light to the flickering glow of the wood fire, that he might see to read. It spurred him on, and on, and on. ‘That Something’ is an awful force. It made of a puny Corsican the ruler of the world! It made of a thin-cheated bookkeeper the money king of a great country! It made Edison the great man of his age! It made Carnegie! It made Woodrow Wilson! It made Roosevelt! It can make you! It is now in your soul! Awaken it—now! ‘That Something’.”

Again the silence followed. I watched the professor of many ologies. I saw the kindled fires in his eyes gradually die out. He shook his head wearily. “No, it can’t be done; it can’t be done,” he murmured. “I have drunk deeply of the cup of life and I am now drinking the dregs. The cup is filled but once, and when it is gone there’s nothing left but the dregs of old age and poverty.”

“You fool,” cried Randolph, leaning forward and shaking the little man roughly. “You almost had ‘That Something’ in your power, and now you sing it back to sleep with your silly song of pessimism. It’s the false philosophy, which such as you sing, which has kept men in the ruts of their own digging for centuries past. Wake, man, wake! Wake ‘That Something’ within your soul!”

The two men sat looking deeply into each other’s eyes. It was the little man who broke the silence. “Thank you, Randolph,” he said quietly. “You are right. I will.”

Then Randolph turned to me.

“Man, write that story you’ve told us. Write it so that every man may read. Send that message out into the world. If men will read that story, read and reread, until it is written on their memories; if men will believe the message you bring, and then if they will but awaken that something within their souls that now lies asleep—I say if you can make men do this, you will have done more for mankind than any man or any thousand men have done in many, many years. Write it, man, write it word for word as you have told it here, so every man may read. Write it, man, write it!”

And so it has been written.

You who have heard it through, I pray that you may hear it every word again and again until ‘That Something’ of your souls has been aroused, and you have taken your places among the rulers of the world.

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Choosing the Best Pillow

Posted by Andrew Moore on July 18, 2016

Choosing the best pillow can be a tricky thing to do after all, there are so many options out there.  Should I get a soft pillow or a firm one?  Thick or thin? Water based or foam? No wonder this is a pretty common question we get in the office.  While there is no single pillow that is best for everyone, here are some basic things to keep in mind:

  • You’re going to be spending a lot of time using it, so it just makes sense to invest in one that is going to give you the most support for your neck, spine and nerves – choosing the wrong type can be a real pain in the neck (literally!)
  • If it has lost its original shape, become flat or lumpy or you have used it for over 18 months, its likely ready to be replaced.
  • For back and stomach sleepers: Choose a low-to-medium thickness pillow so that your head is closer to the mattress. This will keep it in better alignment over night and lessen the chances of neck pain and restless sleep.  (Sleeping on your back is generally better for your spine)
  • For side sleepers: Choose a medium-to-high thickness pillow. Firmer pillows are better as this will keep your head aligned over your shoulders over night.  You can also add a small, soft pillow between your knees (especially if you have low back pain) and this will better align your hips/pelvis with your spine.
  • If you are all over the mattress when you sleep, choose a softer, medium thickness pillow.
  • Synthetic pillows are lightweight, affordable and easy to travel with. They can flatten quickly and tend to have a shorter lifespan.
  • Feather or down pillows tend to be softer, have a good lifespan and are easy to shape (not good for side sleepers).
  • Water pillows are able to be customized to the user so you can determine what thickness and firmness is best for you. They are heavier and can make noise when the water is swishing around.

Keeping your head and neck neutral and comfortable at night will not only result in a better night’s sleep, allowing you to feel more rested and energetic the next day, but also help to hold your alignment after an adjustment, keeping you and your nervous system at its best.

Dr. Andrew


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8 Steps to Avoid Gardening Injuries

Posted by Andrew Moore on July 17, 2016

Gardening is a great way to get some sun and stay active, but many people sustain injuries that can easily be prevented. Here’s some quick and easy tips that will keep both you and your garden looking and feeling great:

BEFORE you start:

1. Take a short walk to warm up the muscles, 10-15 minutes will do

2. Stretch your sides by extending one arm over your head and bend from the waist to the opposite side.  Hold for 10-15 seconds

3.  Stretch your thighs (the big muscles on the front of your upper legs).  Put your hand up against a tree or wall for balance, bend your knee and reach behind with your opposite hand to grab the ankle.  Hold 10-15 sec.

4. Stretch the back of your legs.  From a standing position reach your hands to the sky; then, bending at the waist, reach toward your toes.  Hold 10-15 sec.

5. Hold your arms out straight bend your wrist until your fingers point to the ground, and then up to the sky – alternate back and forth until you feel the stretch.  Also, you can put your hands together in a prayer position, and push the palms together to stretch.

6. Work the shoulders.  With your arms hanging at your sides, roll your shoulders forward, and than backward, 10 times each.

7. Stretch your spine, start by giving yourself a big hug. Then rotate to the left as far as it is comfortable, and then repeat to the right.  Hold for 5 seconds and repeat 5-10 times.

8. From a seated position, bend from the hips keeping your head down to elongate and stretch the extensor muscles of your back.  Reach for the ground!

It’s as simple as that. Stay healthy, enjoy the sun and happy planting!

Dr. AndrewIMG_1484

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Migraine Relief in Oakville with Upper Cervical Chiropractic

Posted by Andrew Moore on June 21, 2016

Many people seek chiropractic for migraine relief.  Most get headaches every now and then but for someone who has migraines those headaches can be unbearable.  These pulsating headaches can last anywhere from several hours to several days. Nausea, vomiting, sensitivity to light/sound and an aura are common symptoms.  2.7 million Canadians suffer with migraines, and most will tell you it impacts their family, social and work life – not good.


Certain triggers have been identified such as alcohol and caffeine, and a recent study found that 75% of migraines started after changes in barometric air pressure. While it is easy to make lifestyle changes to avoid alcohol and chocolate, how do you avoid the weather?


Controlling the weather outside is certainly not very likely, but we control how our body reacts to it.  Our body responds to drops in pressure (and all of life’s stressors) by processing it through our central nervous system.  This consists of our nerves and spinal cord.  This in turn is processed through the brainstem, which sits at the bottom of the brain and skull.  The top bone in the neck is called the atlas bone and it circles and protects the brain stem and spinal cord.


If this atlas bone moves out of place it not only impacts the spinal cord and brain stem, but research out of Calgary also suggest it alters blood and cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) flow in and out of the brain. This shift in bone position is referred to as a vertebral subluxation.  This results in the nervous system not working properly and can lead to headaches and migraines, made worse when air pressure drops.  We see time and time again that headache and migraine relief is one of the most common results when the C1 atlas bone is re-aligned with the NUCCA adjustment. The research team in Calgary agreed, finding that when patients had their atlas misalignment corrected they saw notable improvements in migraine symptoms and frequency, along with improvements to overall quality of life.


Dr Andrew Moore

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New Website

Posted by Andrew Moore on May 18, 2016

Hello and welcome to the new website of the Moore Chiropractic Centre.  We have upgraded our online presence to help our patients find us in a more effective and organized way.  Feel free to explore and get in contact with us!

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