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Stories From the Edge of Blindness

In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.

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Waiting Games

For new readers:  When I refer to Zelda, I am not talking about a pet or a child or a childhood toy I just can't seem to part with; Zelda is my white cane. It seems I am always waiting;... Continue Reading →

Across Town

*Note to new readers: When I refer to Zelda, I am not referring to my pet, child or doll, but to my white cane. Across Town A few weeks ago, maybe a month, I rescued Zelda from her hiding place... Continue Reading →

Revelations

  *A note to new readers:  Welcome to Stories from the Edge of Blindness and thank you for reading!  I just wanted to let you know that when I refer to Zelda (or Z), I am not talking about a... Continue Reading →

Reluctant Side Kick

*To new readers: When I refer to Zelda (or Z), I am writing about my white cane.  Thank you for reading "Stories from the Edge of Blindness" Reluctant Side Kick Zelda and I have reconciled, again.  I suppose we are... Continue Reading →

The Iron Fist Came Crashing Down

Last night, Joe and I were finishing season 1 of Iron Fist; we love all that Marvel Super Hero stuff, and although Dare Devil (obviously) holds a special place in my heart, I really like the Immortal Iron Fist (a.k.a.Danny... Continue Reading →

In a Thousand Directions

I need to begin this blog post by saying that I am not so sure I should actually publish it, but I probably will; more often than not, I do the things I shouldn't do....... I am in a dark... Continue Reading →

Back in my Arms

I picked Zelda up yesterday; I can't say I was particularly glad to see her, as her absence allowed me a couple of days of pretending that I can see perfectly well, but I also know it wouldn't have been... Continue Reading →

#10 Prolonged

I imagined that the end of my mobility training would have clear and dramatic lines, but the end has been prolonged and is petering rather than exploding. I took Tamar to lunch on Thursday, to thank her and to say... Continue Reading →

Avoiding Goodbyes

I was supposed to have my final lesson with Tamar yesterday, but I woke up feeling a sort of jet lag that resembled flu or an unfortunate hangover. Joe has started a new shift at work and we are now... Continue Reading →

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