For Years, My Husband Thought My Poor Eyesight Kept His Secret Safe – Then I Came Home from Laser Eye Surgery, Looked Inside the Garage, and Screamed, ‘This Can’t Be Real!’ – Welcome

everything faded into pale shapes and shadows.

By the fourth year, I used a white cane.

By the sixth, I stopped pretending I could manage alone because moving through unfamiliar places had become too difficult.

Within a few more years, nearly all my sight was gone.

I could detect little more than light and large outlines.

Brian took responsibility for everything.continue reading …