For years, my husband believed my poor eyesight kept his secret hidden — then I came home after laser eye surgery, looked into the garage, and screamed, “This can’t be real!”

rare eye disease crept in a year after our wedding. The disease slowly stole my vision.

First, the distant signs blurred, then the faces, then everything softened into pale shapes and shadows.

By year four, I carried a white cane.

By year six, I stopped pretending I could manage on my own because even walking around unfamiliar places became difficult.continue reading …