The diagnosis two decades ago shook my foundation.
"No treatment, no cure" was heralded by all professionals.
I dug in my heels and proclaimed to all those charlatans,
"I refuse to succumb, I'll show you!"
I evaluate my odyssey these many years later.
I chuckle at the irony.
What you see are beautiful crystal clear blue eyes,
Long black eyelashes.
If you could only see through my window.
I wear blinders like on a racehorse
And move tentatively through a sea of distortion.
I still refuse to succumb
I do, however, choose to alter my perspective slightly
And see my plight as an opportunity.
Vision is not always a physical thing.
As my sight moves further into the darkness,
My third eye grows ever more acute,
Giving me greater vision than all those
Who might pity me,
Allowing me to see and feel things
In a whole new light,
Realizing that my affliction is truly
A gift from God.
My personal thoughts on living with Retinitis Pigmentosa
