I realize this is a very specific topic that many of my readers may not have any need for. That's OK, you can skip it if you want. It's something I've been thinking about sharing since I attended the Sight Connection Low Vision Expo last May. It just so happens that October is Blindness Awareness Month, and today specifically is World Sight Day, so I thought it fitting to post about it now.
I was fortunate enough to be able to attend this year's Insight: A Low Vision Expo. Mark and I got lots of useful and interesting information that I want to pass on to those who might need it.
My (low) vision has been stable for the last 20 years. I adapted to my limitations a long time ago. I attended a living skills school for the newly blind and visually impaired when it first happened. This was back in California, so everything I've ever known about available resources for my particular disability were specific to that state. When I moved to Washington 11 year ago, I didn't know anything about what might be offered here, and frankly, didn't really need to know for a long time.
October of 2013 saw some changes around this lil blog, and I thought I'd like to take a look back. Won't you join me?
The biggest thing is that I changed the name of my blog from "Just Jennifer" to "Dancing in the Rain". I have been so very happy with that decision! It just so much better represents me and what I'm doing here than a name that millions of other women share.
A couple of weeks ago, right before my husband's recent hospital stay, we had an appointment with his vascular surgeon. He scheduled another procedure for Mark, an angiogram of his right leg, which he never actually ended up having....
But that's not really what I want to talk about.
After seeing the doctor and talking with him about the nasty sore Mark has on his right heel, and what it might mean if we can't get it to heal, that this is another thing, something changed for me.
It has been coming over time, with each new ordeal that crops up in Mark's chronic illness journey....
That he and I are on two SEPARATE paths. Two different journeys.