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Losing sight.
That has taken on two meanings for me -- the figuratiove...
losing sight of my dreams..
losing sight of recovery..
losing sight of myself.
Then there's the literal meaning...
blurred vision..
color blindness..
wordsallajumbleonthepage.
Even though I am definitely getting better,
I still battle with some scary things.
I still battle with some scary things.
My right eye has a black spot in it, making it difficult to see.
My hands shake and are weak.
I tried to make a wire loop for jewelry
and failed miserable.
I still have the mind and memory
(or lack thereof)
of early stages of Alzheimer's.
I can stare at a book and not know the name "book".
I've woken up and not know who I was
where I was
when I was.
All that being said, my pain is gone
Other than my back and feet,
Which are learning how to stand upright
After nearly two years in bed.
My connection with the world
was via a Kindle.
Even though I have a huge pile of things to do...
Even though I will be reinventing myself
in the jewelry world...
Even though I may lose some things,
I've gained a huge amount of perspective.
This happened to me.
Not my son
and not my husband.
It would kill me if they got sick.
So I've got this.
I can handle it.
I will survive this.
