What a roller coaster! Especially since I grew up making fun of my grandmother along with my cousins. My grandmother wore bifocals, she would speak to people and then ask us who they were, but she knew everything that went on in the neighborhood, so the joke was that she would leave her glasses on the window seal looking at everything while she slept. Anyhow, I would also bother my girls, always coming from a place of love, but definitely not being sensitive enough, or understanding of what they were going through. To find out at such an early age that you need help to see, and be forced to use glasses (the most affordable ones at that). I have been thinking of this, because for the past year I had been noticing that something was wrong, this must also be the reason I fell, and reason why my already chronic migraines went from 0 to 1000. I have stated before that I had to make the decision to stop driving, and well, of course the icing on the cake was not being able to edit for long. Oh how stubborn! It took me way too long to finally mumble the words “I think I am losing my eyesight”, to my daughter. I was not happy at the doctor’s appointment, and last night when my daughter picked up my glasses for me, it was the moment of truth. I am not going to lie (I was sad), but when I put them on, and tried them out, A WHOLE NEW WORLD!!!! I CAN READ & WRITE! I CAN SEE! Wanted to share with you guys & for my girls when they read, I FEEL YOU. God Bless.
Bizzy B. 