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Out Of Sight, Out Of My Mind

Honey, I am just not coping, I say to my husband one afternoon as I sit curled in the corner of the lounge. Astutely he says nothing, knowing I already have a solution in mind. Let’s go to the doctor and ask him for a referral to a new ophthalmologist, I push, trying to keep my tone neutral. The words are like cotton in my mouth, making me unsure if I should continue, because what if they turn out to be a noose? Losing what little sight I have, or think I have, is driving me out of my mind. It had been several years since my last proper check-up, but I didn’t want to go back to my previous eye specialist for fear of what he might say. Sure, he was lovely enough, extremely professional, knowledgeable, and highly regarded in his field. However I always thought we hadn’t quite found our footing, and he wondered why I insisted on taking […]

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