I wrote in part one how my father and I were both sick, each with a poor prognosis. It was our refusals to accept likely outcomes that laid the groundwork for our healing. Or was it?
While it is true that I chose not to accept the likelihood of a dismal future, it was the acceptance of things that I had no choice about that began my healing. In mindfulness, to accept is to acknowledge the truth of an immediate experience. So yes, I was sick, unable to work, broke, and broken. Those things were simple facts that needed to be accepted. Only then could I begin to move forward and change my situation.






