The Lesson: From Diagnosis to Acceptance

I learned some things about acceptance on a summer day just a couple months after my Parkinson’s diagnosis at age 48. It was supposed to have been a fun outing — kayaking with a few friends and, collectively, our six middle-school-aged daughters for a last hurrah before their school year started. We rented kayaks and set into the Mullica River in Southern New Jersey, about an hour and worlds away from the city of…