Learning To Adjust

The first six months was tough. I learned I would NEVER be able to see right again. That part of my brain was dead.

I went through depression and the whole "Why Me?" phase. Everytime I got a head ache, it scared the crap out of me! Oh gosh...am I having another stroke and then have a panic attack!


I wanted to look normal, I didn't want people to know I had a handicap, so I stayed bruised from bumping into things. One dang wall in particular. In the hall, a wall juts out before the bathroom. Now I have lived here many years and that same wall has always been there, but it seems to always jump right out in front of me now. I got smart one day...I moved over a bit...only to stub my toes on an antinque desk that sits in the hall. Really smart...huh? So now, my left arm was bruised and my right toes were throbbing.


I discovered that if I hold my head at a certain angle, I could get things in pretty good view, I could even see colors. I went to see the Optomitrist, " Doc, I think I'm getting my vision back!"

"I don't think that is possible Theresa", he replied. "But Doc, I can see when I move my head like this" , "Hummm", was all he said. I had another round of tests. Before this happened, I didn't know there were so many tests they could do on the eyes. I have what they call a pin hole spot. The best way to describe it is to take a straight pin, poke a hole in a piece of paper, then hold it up to your eye. This is the range I could see by holding my head all funny.

I can see! I can see!

This helped with the depression alot, I started scrapbooking again which occupied my mind. I could walk without holding someones shirt tale or being pushed in a wheelchair. I was going to be able to see my grandchildren. Pin It