Blind
I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but I was once legally blind. I wasn't born that way. The disease stole my eyesight slowly until I couldn't see anything from my left eye. I t happened twice. The first time in my right eye and it was so bad that even surgery couldn't restore my sight completly. Yet, right now, I can drive, live a normal life. And for that I'm eternally grateful.
You can't imagine how much you rely on your sight until it is taken away. In my case, it was the right eye first and then ten years later the left. At the time I was scared. DH used to lie in bed with me, just holding me as I shook. I remember the fear of going outside. Imagine not knowing if someone is there. Or being able to see them, but not knowing what they look like. DH had to work, but he always checked on me. Always made me feel safe.
After a while, my eyesight started coming back. I was able to drive, but I still couldn't see facial expressions or a person's eyes. Believe it or not, that was when I went into sales. And the day of the interview, I again lost my sight in my left eye. DH drove me there and I was hired. He'd pick me up at night and no one ever knew they had hired a visually impared salesperson. I could see somewhat out of my right eye. This allowed me to keep my problem a secret from my bosses.
Now, it's nearly two years later. I've had surgery so I'm able to resume a normal life. I can drive, though night-time is scary for me. Somehow, I developed a fear of driving at night, though there is no medical reason why I can't drive anytime I want. Up until my husband passed, he used to drive me at night, never saying a word about my new fear. He let me move at my own pace, never pushing me. He understood without me saying a word.
Today, I thought about DH, how much we loved each other. How much I've lost. He loved me with my sight and without my sight. He was truly a remarkable man and I will love him for all eternity.
You can't imagine how much you rely on your sight until it is taken away. In my case, it was the right eye first and then ten years later the left. At the time I was scared. DH used to lie in bed with me, just holding me as I shook. I remember the fear of going outside. Imagine not knowing if someone is there. Or being able to see them, but not knowing what they look like. DH had to work, but he always checked on me. Always made me feel safe.
After a while, my eyesight started coming back. I was able to drive, but I still couldn't see facial expressions or a person's eyes. Believe it or not, that was when I went into sales. And the day of the interview, I again lost my sight in my left eye. DH drove me there and I was hired. He'd pick me up at night and no one ever knew they had hired a visually impared salesperson. I could see somewhat out of my right eye. This allowed me to keep my problem a secret from my bosses.
Now, it's nearly two years later. I've had surgery so I'm able to resume a normal life. I can drive, though night-time is scary for me. Somehow, I developed a fear of driving at night, though there is no medical reason why I can't drive anytime I want. Up until my husband passed, he used to drive me at night, never saying a word about my new fear. He let me move at my own pace, never pushing me. He understood without me saying a word.
Today, I thought about DH, how much we loved each other. How much I've lost. He loved me with my sight and without my sight. He was truly a remarkable man and I will love him for all eternity.
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