The Pee-Wee Posts (Continued-Part Three)

After about four months, daughter Nikki, whom we lovingly referred to as Pee-Wee, is doing fabulously after her cleft palate surgery at 15-months of age. But life as I saw it, in 1986, begins to dim. Printed not-so-neatly by hand in green felt-tip pen.

~February 19th, 1986~

Nikki is 19-months now and talking away. At about 18-months she really started talking—finally she said “Daddy” which comes out “Ah-yee,” and Bosco [my wonderful Irish Setter] is “Occo.”

I was so surprised and proud of her last Monday when we went to the grocery store. The nice lady in the bakery there gave her a cookie and she actually said “thank you” without me prompting her first! She’s getting smarter and smarter – cuter and cuter.

Well, here’s the sad news – I’m losing my eyesight.

I’ve been to the eye doctor several times but he can’t find the problem. I do have cataracts but they’re not bad enough to impair my vision so badly. They don’t know what’s wrong. I’ve been to the retina specialist, but he couldn’t find anything wrong.I’m legally blind in my left eye now and it’s totally uncorrectable.

There’s been a rapid deterioration of vision since last March in the left eye, and now I can tell the same is happening in the right eye. I can’t even see what I’m writing; memory is serving me now. At this rate, by me 31st birthday, I’ll be s**t out of luck in the eye department.

On March 5th, I go to see a neurologist. Maybe he can figure me out. I certainly hope so.

I don’t want to be blind!

This was the beginning of a very scary time in my life… I was so worried I’d never be able to see my “Pee-Wee” grow up! To be continued…
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