A Triumphant Mom
I had asked that question with every tick tock of the clock during sleepless nights. At 31, a hereditary retinal disease robbed my eyesight completely. It pulled a dark curtain of devastation and sorrow into my life and erased any hope I had of being a productive mom to my three, five, and seven-year-old sons. One day, as self-pity was visiting again, a close friend called. "Just checking on you," she said. "How are you doing?" I wasnt doing. My life looked dark in every way and the tasks of a ...
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