Blue: More Than A Color

I’ve been thinking about Mom a lot lately; not just because it’s close to our birthdays, but also because I know my eyes are changing.  I never realized how brave Mom was; and what an actress!  She always seemed upbeat and never let us see her cry.  She rarely spoke about her eyes, and never let us see her smoke — I know now because she was afraid we’d confiscate her “ciggibutts.”

Now I realize why she insisted on having l-o-n-g fingernails.  (The better to light her ciggibutts, My Dear.)  But the one good thing about all this:  I’m remembering all kinds of interesting tales to tell you — once I get out of this melancholy state of mind.  So … onward!

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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2 Responses to Blue: More Than A Color

  1. RobynG says:

    I’m guessing you have a diagnosis of macular degeneration. My thoughts are with you. Two of my grandparents had macular degeneration. So far my mother, sister and I have avoided it. Hoping and praying our eyes stay healthy, and hoping yours do not worsen. All the best to you.

    • sandrabranum says:

      Yes you’re right about the diagnosis. I’ve been getting eye shots since Sept 2010 for the wet type and am now in Tallahassee, FL to see another retinologist for a second opinion. I expect he’ll say that the shots are working and to keep getting them if needed.

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