So, I started to adapt circumstances, using bigger font sizes on my phone, buying multiple pairs of reading glasses, avoiding night driving....
Some nights, I'd strain my eyes for HOURS, just trying to read a simple book! I didn't realize then how SERIOUS it had gotten....
Then, my granddaughter asked me to read her favourite bedtime story, a tradition we had maintained for years...
The thought of telling her I couldn't read filled me with dread. I was she would be disappointed in me....
The embarassment and fear were overwhelming as i tried to read her storybook...
Every time I struggled to make out the words, I felt the sting of my deteriorating vision...
It was a constant reminder of my inability...
At the end of story, I was emotionally exausted...
Coming out of her room, I made a promise to myself to do something about my vision for good.
That evening as I was getting ready for bed, I made a decision.