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An MRI scan is no fun for anyone. But for a person with a hearing and vision impairment, like fellow author Carol Farnsworth, thanks to medical staff who don’t know how to help people with such disabilities, it’s a more horrendous experience than it needs to be. In the post I’m sharing today, Carol tells her story. I encourage you to read my review of Carol’s poetry collection, Leaf Memories, here, and after doing so, I hope you’ll buy a copy of this delightful book. Now, here’s Carol.
I sit alone in a changing room, waiting for a MRI brain scan to look for the cause of my stroke. I wait, for someone to tell me what to do. Finally a technician tells me to strip and put on hospital scrubs and white socks.
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I’m sure we’ve all thought to ourselves, If I knew then what I know now… Fellow author and blogger Sally Cronin has shared this idea with other writers and featured their responses on her blog. In the post I’m sharing today, author Alex Craigie talks about a regret associated with her wedding.
There are countless things that I know now that I didn’t know then. With hindsight, most of them were trivial and inconsequential.
As a very young child there were more mysteries in life than answers. Clouds, beards, mirrors –all were beyond the comprehension of someone so unfamiliar with the world.
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After losing her guide dog six weeks ago, fellow author and blogger Mary Hiland is finally ready for another one. In this post, she explains the first steps in applying for a guide dog. You can check out my reviews of her books
here and here. Enjoy!
My darling Dora died of cancer six weeks ago. While there are times that something sets me off, a word, a song, or just the overbearing feeling of loneliness, and I weep, even sob, in self-indulgent sadness, I know that sooner or later, I must replace her with a new Seeing Eye ® dog. I hate using the word replace, because a dog like Dora cannot be replaced. Yet, I can’t go on needing to hold the arm of a kind person to go anywhere outside my home, and I’m terrible at using a white cane. It’s time to go back to the Seeing Eye to train with a new dog to regain my independence.
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