On New Year's Eve the hospital specialist confirmed another eye bleed. I thought this likely as I had lost more vision a couple of days earlier. Not that it made his conclusions any easier to digest. Bottom line is I now have less vision to get through my day and I don't like it one bit. Navigating through a busy shopping centre is a slow motion version of driving up the highway the wrong way.  

I wondered if this event would change things all that much. It did. It fractured, if not broke, my capacity to get around with the same confidence I had prior to this latest eye bleed. So... out we go to the shopping centres, trying hard to avoid walking into people, prams and shopping trollies. What could possibly go wrong?  

I can hear someone say, "The issue is not what has just happened with your sight. The issue is how you hope to deal with it." A supreme grasp of the obvious I know BUT it's not the voice shouting at me at the moment. Grief needs time and new grief needs more time. At least that's how it is for me.