Before my vision loss in 2012, I was nearsighted, getting glasses for the first time in 8th grade. As an adult I preferred contacts but had prescription glasses and sunglasses as well. Given the severity of my damaged optic nerves now, there are no corrective lenses that can improve my sight, so specs are in the past for me. It is a strange thing to no longer wear them when my vision is worse than ever.
Even though it is almost fall and not spring, I have undertaken a major cleanout of our house, going room-to-room examining every closet, drawer, piece of paper, kitchen gadget, bin, article of clothing and pair of shoes.
In the bottom drawer of my nightstand, I found both pairs of prescription glasses which I have not used since November 27, 2012, the day before I woke up completely blind in my second eye. For years I had been reluctant to part with them. I suppose early on I felt like that would mean I was giving up on regaining my full vision. When I moved on from living for a cure, the glasses became purely sentimental.
So there they have been, inches from me every night. I knew they were there but honestly never gave them any thought . . . until I pulled them out of the drawer during the exploration. I immediately tried them both on. Even if I had not become visually impaired in my 40s, my lens prescription would have changed multiple times in the last 14 years.
Dropping the two pairs off at a donation site the other day, I hoped they would help someone. Those glasses and I logged a lot of miles together, we saw so many things; they had served me well. I wasn’t sad. After all, I see things differently now.
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