When my husband’s vision started to blur and fade, I finally began to believe what was going on around me. Ironic, really. Seeing and believing; they’re meant to be interlinked, one depends on the other. I was the one with the vision; Ephraim had terrible eyesight since boyhood. So why couldn’t I believe my eyes?
When Ephraim poured milk all over the kitchen table instead of into his mug of coffee what did I think? That he was being sloppy? Or was it just that I was so desperate not to believe? When his food ended up all over the table why did I not realize that his eyesight had dimmed and faded?
But maybe we’re all like that stumbling through life like fools blind to the realities we don’t want to acknowledge to the things that will finally finally make us see.
My husband Ephraim always had poor vision — thick wiry glasses were a fixture from the time he was a young child. As a young adult he moved on to wearing contact lenses taking them out in the evening and once again putting on the heavy frames. Well everyone has their quirks and bad eyesight was my husband’s.
Although good eye care can be had in Britain’s National Health System (NHS) we continued to pay for private medical insurance. Each time they sent us a statement though I questioned why we were throwing away hard-earned money.
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