I met a woman yesterday who was very much a direct, to the point kind of woman. She asked lots of questions, about my family, about my job, about college - and when the subject of my degeneration came up, she asked lots of questions about that too. Most people wont get nosy, but it was almost refreshing to meet someone who asked questions to the point. She wanted to know what it was like, so she asked.
She even interrupted me at one point to ask me if in that very moment, i had partial vision. I smiled and told her that i did. She looked shocked, and gestured around herself " so right this second, you look at me and you dont see everything?! Whats missing?"
So i told her.
"i can see your face for the most part, but everything around your face to the left is grey and missing. Parts all around you are just not there."
She was taken aback, trying to wrap her head around it. Mind you, not too long because she had more to say after it sunk in for a second. She went on to tell me she thought i must be one of the strongest women she has met, to have such a crippling thing such as sight to be taken away, how she at the age of 56 didnt think she would be able to be so "normal" and "positive"if such a thing happened to her.
so i told her -
You have to learn to live with lifes punches, or its going to run you over. It wont stop to help you or make you feel better. Life is the choices you make with the hand you are dealt, and if you dont like whete it is... Change something.
I suffered through depression. I mourned my loss, and still do. But i will not be that person. That is not who I am.
You have to live around it and not let it be your life.
It was odd, because she kept telling me how strong of a person she though I was, and how incredible it was that I was able to live a normal life. I personally dont find it all that hard to believe. You either live around something normally, or you become so obsessed with it that you arent really living at all. Now, I havent gotten where I am by myself. I had my wonderful husband and mother who support me and are there for me, through thick and thin. They are my support system. Not everyone has one, but I am lucky that I do.
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