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Mindful : August 2017
In February 2008, four months after I had run a very strong marathon, I had a heart attack that nearly killed me. For the two years that followed, I nervously clutched a vial of nitro- glycerin tablets in my pocket and always wore a military-style dog tag engraved with my cardiologist’s contact information. I ditched my career and spent most days aimlessly tending to my vegetable gardens. I returned to running, but innocuous blips on my heart-rate moni- tor caused panic attacks. I was depressed and anxious, certain that another heart attack was Incorporating the lessons of the last seven weeks into our lives going forward, whether by solo practice or as part of a larger community. WEEK 08 Heal and Fare Well looming, this one fatal. My bum ticker was my sole obsession. Sometime in year three, however, I noticed that I hadn’t thought about my cardiac mishap for days. Eventually, the days became weeks, and then the weeks became months. Nine years on, an event that once defined me has escaped my memory, as if it happened to someone else. I’ve been reminded of that ordeal often recently, as history has repeated itself, although with two notable twists: 1) in this latest instance I was traumatized by my wife’s illness, not by my own; and 2) it was my body and mind, not serendipity or the time-heals-all-wounds approach to life, that provided a reprieve. Specif- ically, after some two months of MBSR—a time frame, research shows, that may alter regions of the brain associated with self-awareness and the reg ulation of emotions—I fervently embraced the notion that my focus on the dreaded past and unpredictable future left me missing out on the miraculous gift of my wife’s recovery. By instead more purposely grounding my attention in the present moment, together we’re experi- encing an upward spiral of happiness and har- mony, with each tomorrow seeming to eclipse each today. Others in my class had their own successes, some of them also transformative, and all intend to keep at their practice. This isn’t surprising, since studies suggest that over 90% of those completing the program keep meditating over the following four years. It’s certainly now part of my life, so I’m extending my mantra’s hiatus. Moreover, my wife and I have resumed a yoga class we aban- doned upon her falling ill. The studio floor is as hard as ever, but I bought the thickest mat available, so I barely even notice. ● meditation