May 7, 2011: Took an early flight home from Atlanta where I had been for a week, managing a pharmaceutical company meeting.
May 7, 2012: Stood in a hospital corridor outside my mom’s room, with an oncologist I had just met and would never see again, who answered the question, “What kind of timeframe are we talking about?”
May 7, 2013: Six months into the loss of my vision, clinging to the possibility of a spontaneous full recovery or a medically induced cure.
May 7, 2014: Unable to reconcile my past and my future. The present, unacceptable.
May 7, 2015: How is this my life and what do I do about it?
May 7, 2016: I’m ready for what’s next but have not one morsel of an idea what that may be.
May 7, 2017: Happy, grateful, hopeful, excited for the future. I can’t quite tell what it looks like, but as with everything I can no longer see, I can feel it.
May 7, 2018: Can’t wait.
