I’ve been corresponding with several of y’all through P M and figured I should let y’all know what’s up.
Tomorrow I go in for another consultation with the retinal specialist; it’s basically to schedule the surgery, which is called vitreoctomy, I believe. I’m not gonna bothr spellecheckking it. It’s not going to restore my sight but there’s about a 50 percent chance it can stop further decay (or at least delay it for a few years).
My latest A 1 C was quite low and my doctors think the vision loss is auto-immune. Which one is not yet determined as it does not change the immediate treatment but will have to be determined in the long run.
My boss has been very supportive. She called last week to say that my job will be there for me when I’m ready to come back, at the same level, and that she’s obtained an adaptive workstation fo the visually impaired for my use. This is a computer witha truly huge screen with a variety of special programs to assist me visually, along with a large keyboard (black characters on white keys) that will be much easier for me to use. My stepdaughter is assisting me in obtaining one for home use.
Memphis Area Transit Authority has a program called M A T A Plus to assist persons with disabilities. Basically it will let me get picked up and dropped off going to and from work on a regular schedule, and will cost seven dollars round trip. It is not ideal because I wiil be restricted to a fairly rigid schedule. I would have to for instance leave home every day at 7 and leave work at 6, so late meetings and away meetings will be a problem, but it is workable.
There is a local nonprofit called Clovernook that assists with occupational training, by which I mean everyday tasks. They also do vocational training but that won’t be an issue given my boss’s willingness to work with me and make accommodations.
Sunday we had venison for dinner. This is significant because it was from the freezer and is probably the last thing I will ever eat that I killed myself.
My wife has been wonderful and I do not have words to describe her. My stepdaughter and baby sister and best friend from college and work wife have all been supportive. my father has been his usual cantankerous self but frankly I am ignoring him.
In sum, things are not as bad as I thought they would be when I started this thread. Of course, then I was expecting to die on the operating table. Depression, as a couple of you pointed out in P M.
I still miss real books.
Anyway, that is all for now. My apologies for any typos.