This week in the
press there is lots of news around the Wet form of macular degeneration and
stem cell, leading onto hope for those with the dry form too! As many people
suffer with this blinding disease as do those with Dementia here in the UK!
But since hearing last night on our news, I have had to look
up the latest on the so called cure for common blindness.
As I let myself slip into a frenzy of fantastic screams of
delight and disbelief. My Hub put my feet back on the ground, and told me not
to get overexcited as always we are up in the air, only to be knocked back down, but latest words in our
press read. “Blindness soon could be reversed by transplanting cells into the eye,
scientists said last night.
So nothing just yet saying cure for RP, but cure for
blindness? That is hopeful.
Then my Hub asked me what would I prefer a cure now for
those who haven’t gone blind or a cure for blind people? I replied without
hesitation, a cure for partially sighted.
Why? Because I never want anyone to go through what I went
through. I never want anyone to go to bed sighted and wake up blind. Especially
unprepared people like what I was.
The pain of losing
your sight is far worse than actually being blind and not being able to see in
my opinion.
Now I would really beg for a cure as our life would be so
much easier and I could help those who there isn’t a cure for. It would be my
mission. To see for me is a dream. I think I would walk around with a constant
smile upon my face. The relief to be able to just live. Just to do normal
things. To see my Sons face to see flowers, colour at last. The simple things even those who are
partially sighted take for granted, I dream to be able to do. It’s like when
you have a loved one who is dying you know they don’t have long to live, the
waiting is so painful. For a brief moment when you are told they have died, I
believe it’s a shameful release, relief, whatever you call it.
Then the pain hits you and you suffer. But you can move on
OK the load is heavier, but when you are standing waiting for your cart to be
filled, wondering when it would be filled, how long you will be standing there?
Then it’s full. And wham.
But then you have to push your load along and get over that
line. Getting over that line takes a lot of courage. Only you can get yourself
there but if you have wonderful support that line will come to meet with you.
If you don’t have support and when I went blind I didn’t.
And even now, apart from our blind friends, we don’t really have a weekly
support even monthly. We are trying to get a My Guide, this is a volunteer
person who will go to the shops with us, but, there are no volunteers in our
area.
We have thought about paying for help too. But pay who?
Its silly things like
Hub and I don’t have a clue what our house looks like from the outside. Our
wedding photographs? Never seen them. And how much we wish we could go to our
town and brows. I have to believe that
one day, there will be that cure for all blindness. And I think if they can get
this latest operation to work out long term, we are on our way for that help.
Other stories in our news in the UK a 77 year old lady has
been sent to jail for three and a half years for stabbing to death a paedophile.
Oh my word. If I knew who she was, I would visit her and take her cakes. I’m
outraged. You can have sex with a baby of six months and get six months in
jail. Or kill that person who has done such an evil crime and get three and a
half years? It’s absolutely disgraceful.
And get this story. An owner of a Mexican restaurant handed
out
Sombreros and has been charged with racism. Say wha’a’at?
We are going crazy in the UK and that was before the red
moon.
My Hub took his first steps today to being assessed for a
new guide dog. Well, he has been approved so far. Wouldn’t it be funny if not
tragic if he was turned down?
He did the walk of all walks locally with the lovely
mobility instructor, who I really admire she is a great person and when she
used to show me the routes she was brilliant.
And guess what? Oh this will shock you. Guess who came
today? Go on guess?
My gardener.
Oh pick me up off the floor.
Don’t get too excited, he didn’t do the job; he will give me
a quote and then do it. Gosh, how much will he be? I know not as much as the
others as he is an honest person this is why I have wanted him to do the job
all along. He did my drive and fence. He did the best job.
Hub working hard from home and teen at work. Tomorrow my
little bestie is coming to visit. Then Thursday, I will have to do some work
with my media.
Our bird has been quiet for a few hours, gosh; I’m going to
tap his cage to see if he’s OK? Smile, I know he is, I can hear him rattling
around but not to sing for so long?
OK welly gate continues. My Son moved his Welly’s from the
front to the side garden. Now, what is the next stage?
The back garden where the hose is? How long before they get
washed and put away?
Right, going now to check my texts I can hear it going mad
there are a lot of them building up; hopefully one of them is my gardener. If
not, I will be sure it will be next year before I will get him out.
My Sister in law said she would come to do it, but if she
has spare time, I would love to go clothes shopping. As for tomorrow with my
Trix and Hanz, I hope to buy Hub at least a birthday card.
Later with love.
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