09/23/2025
If you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer changed a lot. In grade one, I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. By grade three, a mechanical engineer. By grade seven, a doctor.
That dream of medicine carried me through high school and most of university. I studied hard, wrote the MCAT exam, and even began preparing my med school applications. But after shadowing doctors, I quickly realized it wasn’t for me. The short appointments, the prescriptions, the referrals—it wasn’t the kind of care I wanted to give.
I wanted something different. Something hands-on, with time to really listen to people. Something that supported the body’s ability to heal. Something that allowed me to understand the patient as a whole—not just their individual parts or symptoms—while still giving me the family life I dreamed of.
That’s when I found osteopathy.
After the osteopathy college visited the anatomy lab I was volunteering in and spoke about the program, I was intrigued. I dove deeper into the philosophy and knew this was the path I wanted to take. I applied, was accepted, and began a four-year journey at the Canadian Academy of Osteopathy. It was tough—long nights, COVID restrictions, and even a pregnancy—but I made it through.
I finished my exams less than a month before my first son was born.
From my couch, between nursing sessions and contact naps, I built JB Osteopathy. My first patients were family and friends, and before long, the community filled my schedule.
This wasn’t the career I first imagined for myself. It’s better. Osteopathy gives me the flexibility to raise my family while helping yours, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
