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A Different Kind of Blindness

A Different Kind of Blindness Point of View A Different Kind of Blindness By Susan A. Smith, R.N.,B.S.,M.N. Shock. Confustion. Disbelief. Sadness. Hope. I struggled with all these feelings one humid June evening in 1988 as I heard Larry's long-distance telephone voice saying, "Sis, I can't see—I've been blind since April—shingles have left me without my sight. Sis, are you all right? Please talk to me." My mind flashed back to Christmas in 1987 when Larry had been home for the holidays. His tall, handsome physique had seemed too lean to me then and he had complained of feeling tired, without his usual hearty Christmas day appetite. When I questioned him, he briefly mentioned he had shingles but was improving with medication. He returned home to Jacksonville, FL, where he had moved at age 20 (1969) to attend graduate school, establish residence, and prove his independence from our Larry, six years older and my only sibling, was always my protector and wise counselor. How would I be able to help him in this nightmare of his life...his loss...his blindness? Our phone conversations from January until that shattering summer evening in June had been strained and I had sensed that "something was not right," http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png AIDS Patient Care Mary Ann Liebert

A Different Kind of Blindness

AIDS Patient Care , Volume 7 (4) – Aug 1, 1993

A Different Kind of Blindness

AIDS Patient Care , Volume 7 (4) – Aug 1, 1993

Abstract

Point of View A Different Kind of Blindness By Susan A. Smith, R.N.,B.S.,M.N. Shock. Confustion. Disbelief. Sadness. Hope. I struggled with all these feelings one humid June evening in 1988 as I heard Larry's long-distance telephone voice saying, "Sis, I can't see—I've been blind since April—shingles have left me without my sight. Sis, are you all right? Please talk to me." My mind flashed back to Christmas in 1987 when Larry had been home for the holidays. His tall, handsome physique had seemed too lean to me then and he had complained of feeling tired, without his usual hearty Christmas day appetite. When I questioned him, he briefly mentioned he had shingles but was improving with medication. He returned home to Jacksonville, FL, where he had moved at age 20 (1969) to attend graduate school, establish residence, and prove his independence from our Larry, six years older and my only sibling, was always my protector and wise counselor. How would I be able to help him in this nightmare of his life...his loss...his blindness? Our phone conversations from January until that shattering summer evening in June had been strained and I had sensed that "something was not right,"

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Mary Ann Liebert
Copyright
Copyright 1993 Mary Ann Liebert, Inc.
Subject
Point of View
ISSN
0893-5068
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1557-7449
DOI
10.1089/apc.1993.7.192
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Abstract

Point of View A Different Kind of Blindness By Susan A. Smith, R.N.,B.S.,M.N. Shock. Confustion. Disbelief. Sadness. Hope. I struggled with all these feelings one humid June evening in 1988 as I heard Larry's long-distance telephone voice saying, "Sis, I can't see—I've been blind since April—shingles have left me without my sight. Sis, are you all right? Please talk to me." My mind flashed back to Christmas in 1987 when Larry had been home for the holidays. His tall, handsome physique had seemed too lean to me then and he had complained of feeling tired, without his usual hearty Christmas day appetite. When I questioned him, he briefly mentioned he had shingles but was improving with medication. He returned home to Jacksonville, FL, where he had moved at age 20 (1969) to attend graduate school, establish residence, and prove his independence from our Larry, six years older and my only sibling, was always my protector and wise counselor. How would I be able to help him in this nightmare of his life...his loss...his blindness? Our phone conversations from January until that shattering summer evening in June had been strained and I had sensed that "something was not right,"

Journal

AIDS Patient CareMary Ann Liebert

Published: Aug 1, 1993

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