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Turns Out I’m Probably Going Blind.
It’s Fine. I’m Fine. Everything’s Fine.
He pointed at the screen with the back end of a pen, circling a black, fuzzy patch like it was no big deal.
“This area here is atrophy,” he said. “Atrophy means those cells are dead.”
Dead cells. Sexy. Love that for me.
I stared at the scan while he kept going. “This white area surrounding it, those are cells under strain. You’ll see it’s quite a large section compared to the other eye. That’s what’s been causing the deterioration.”
I’d seen these scans before. Many of them. This was routine.
“You’ll probably eventually lose sight in that eye.”
Okay, well, that escalated.
No dramatic build-up? No “Are you sitting down?”
(I was)
It was the sentence I’d spent my whole life trying not to hear.
“That explains everything you’ve been describing.” He added.
I nodded like he’d told me the bakery was out of croissants. Polite. Composed. Meanwhile, my brain was short-circuiting like a toaster in the bath.
