I never realized how much I took sight for granted. Two months ago I lost my eyesight. A blood vessel burst in my left eye and one half of my world went black. The fear of further vision loss was only part of this distressful event. The fact that seeing the world around me or my family’s faces was too much to bear.
Currently, I have regained 85 % of my eyesight, with hopeful prognosis for the future. During this time of illness, I couldn’t help but ponder the amazement and blessing of sight.
As we age, bifocal usage becomes a necessary evil. Normal vision changes are not uncommon. We laugh as we stretch our arm to read a label, prolonging a visit to the optometrist. Once our vision is corrected, vanity sets in and we leave the newly prescribed eyewear at home, hoping for an optic miracle.
But what about blindness, this is no laughing matter. The world requires that we see to get around. If once independent and self-sufficient, with vision removed, the world is a bigger, darker, scarier place. This place can be managed with canes, Seeing Eye dogs and external support, but is no less isolated.
Now that my sight is restored I don’t want to miss a thing. Looking at a sunset has a whole new meaning for me. When I see my family, I examine their faces, never wanting to forget any detail. Sight is such a blessing, like walking, breathing, and living. We should take none of them for granted.
What do you see? Hopefully, you see everything.
Currently, I have regained 85 % of my eyesight, with hopeful prognosis for the future. During this time of illness, I couldn’t help but ponder the amazement and blessing of sight.
As we age, bifocal usage becomes a necessary evil. Normal vision changes are not uncommon. We laugh as we stretch our arm to read a label, prolonging a visit to the optometrist. Once our vision is corrected, vanity sets in and we leave the newly prescribed eyewear at home, hoping for an optic miracle.
But what about blindness, this is no laughing matter. The world requires that we see to get around. If once independent and self-sufficient, with vision removed, the world is a bigger, darker, scarier place. This place can be managed with canes, Seeing Eye dogs and external support, but is no less isolated.
Now that my sight is restored I don’t want to miss a thing. Looking at a sunset has a whole new meaning for me. When I see my family, I examine their faces, never wanting to forget any detail. Sight is such a blessing, like walking, breathing, and living. We should take none of them for granted.
What do you see? Hopefully, you see everything.
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