After much thought, I came to a pleasant resolve that having this measure of Vision loss is the proverbial slow walk in the park compared to losing one’s mind. I had a close friend who was going through Alzheimer’s and I knew of her struggles into the last days of her life. Terrifying to see her struggle through such every day experiences that I quickly ascertained this is a hellish disease. One’s mind is their treasure and to lose one’s mind is to lose everything. For without one’s mind, memories cannot be recalled cognition of the former self is non-existent and then it’s final days it all but erased, the person of whom it had affected.
So for this day, I am at home in the company of my mind. That’s and creativity. I am presently working on my book and working on my next painting. This is hunting season and we go together and enjoy it and I am so grateful for this life.
As my mother once told me, we are as happy as we make up our minds to be, and I am going to live this Exceptionally beautiful life, with vision loss, happy, blessed and fulfilled. This is my life.
