Well almost a week has passed since my SARDS diagnosis and the pawrents don't seem as tense and stressed. Time is a wonderful healer and it gives our hoomans space to accept some of the things they find unacceptable at the moment. In my hoomans case the indisputable fact that I'm losing my vision. I know I've mentioned my Mom and Dad truly do try and roll with the punches. That doesn't mean they don't get a bit overwhelmed at times. They're coming to grips with things and I'm noticing a few changes about the house.
Although I'm not completely blind Mom has now marked the "safe" areas in our home with vanilla extract and the "not so safe" with lemon extract. She'll be adding a touch of vanilla to the bottom of her pants legs when we go on our hikes from now on. I have started learning my new commands, and I'm doing pretty well if I do say so myself. I'll be adding Doggles Sunglasses as a spiffy new accessory to my wardrobe ensemble. Yups Mom and my dogtor had a chat, they both feel with my not really being able to see it's probably best if I wear sunglasses as protection from eye injuries.
With everyone here at my house being preoccupied with our trip to the big city (and bigger animal hospital) spring seems to have sprung overnight. The daffodils and crocus are blooming as are some of Mom's flowering trees.
We went on a few short walks today. I had to keep up with my Dad while he was cutting trees along our driveway. My vision isn't the best anymore, but I could hear the birds are back from their visits to our more southern states. I could hear the frogs beginning to wake up from their long winters nap. It's true I don't see as well as I have in the past, but a walk on a lovely warm spring day still has its pleasures. Why I was even pulling Mom along telling her she needed to walk faster. BOL This did make her smile and eased some the worry lines around her eyes.
I'm not having any trouble (at only 25% vision )finding my Mom and telling her I want to go out for a walkie or that I want something to eat; nor am I having any problems climbing my steps to my puppy perches to "look" out my window and keep up with what's going on in the neighborhood.
So it's like I've barked earlier, given time and perspective nothing is quiet as dire as it seems in the beginning. I'm not saying the loss of my sight isn't serious, it is. What I am saying is our situations don't have to define us. We ourselves have the ability to define our situations. In other words life is what you make it dear pawfuriends. Life is what you make it.
Love, Molly and my Mom (Making it though life one step at a time)
(Prayers that this drug therapy arrest my vision loss are still appreciated. We won't know the outcome of this for several more weeks. Although this treatment doesn't work on every pup this is the only hope I have of saving some of my vision.)
Although I'm not completely blind Mom has now marked the "safe" areas in our home with vanilla extract and the "not so safe" with lemon extract. She'll be adding a touch of vanilla to the bottom of her pants legs when we go on our hikes from now on. I have started learning my new commands, and I'm doing pretty well if I do say so myself. I'll be adding Doggles Sunglasses as a spiffy new accessory to my wardrobe ensemble. Yups Mom and my dogtor had a chat, they both feel with my not really being able to see it's probably best if I wear sunglasses as protection from eye injuries.
With everyone here at my house being preoccupied with our trip to the big city (and bigger animal hospital) spring seems to have sprung overnight. The daffodils and crocus are blooming as are some of Mom's flowering trees.
We went on a few short walks today. I had to keep up with my Dad while he was cutting trees along our driveway. My vision isn't the best anymore, but I could hear the birds are back from their visits to our more southern states. I could hear the frogs beginning to wake up from their long winters nap. It's true I don't see as well as I have in the past, but a walk on a lovely warm spring day still has its pleasures. Why I was even pulling Mom along telling her she needed to walk faster. BOL This did make her smile and eased some the worry lines around her eyes.
I'm not having any trouble (at only 25% vision )finding my Mom and telling her I want to go out for a walkie or that I want something to eat; nor am I having any problems climbing my steps to my puppy perches to "look" out my window and keep up with what's going on in the neighborhood.
So it's like I've barked earlier, given time and perspective nothing is quiet as dire as it seems in the beginning. I'm not saying the loss of my sight isn't serious, it is. What I am saying is our situations don't have to define us. We ourselves have the ability to define our situations. In other words life is what you make it dear pawfuriends. Life is what you make it.
Love, Molly and my Mom (Making it though life one step at a time)
(Prayers that this drug therapy arrest my vision loss are still appreciated. We won't know the outcome of this for several more weeks. Although this treatment doesn't work on every pup this is the only hope I have of saving some of my vision.)
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