Eye for an Eye.....

Recently, on top of my growing loss of right side motor skills, I have noticed blurred vision in my right eye. I have enjoyed near perfect eyesight until I hit 50 years old, then I began to require reading glasses. This new development is not a total surprise as most literature on CBGD includes references to vision problems. There are references to a bunch of other maladies too. I'm going to have so much fun (he says with his best tone of sarcasm)!

On a good note: I am taking a much needed vacation tomorrow. Superwoman and I are going to San Diego to visit my brother and sister and spend sometime exploring my old hometown. Sunshine and sea air is a great antidote.

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When I started this blog I envisioned writing a steady stream of prose about the physical and mental aspects of this rare "illness." Then, near the end, I imagined signing off with a moving tribute to those around me who gave me strength and then a hardy "Hi Oh Silver" as I road off into the sunset.

The truth is, as my corticalbasal brain regions, controlling motor functions, dies it is taking with it my initiative to do a lot of things. I've never been a lazy man. I wanted to be but couldn't find the time.

Last year I wrote about grief. In that post I said I couldn't seem to get to the "angry" phase. That is changing. I try to accept the cards that have been dealt me, but damn, what a crappy hand.

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PARDON MY RAMBLING BUT THAT SEEMS TO BE ALL I HAVE TODAY.

Line in the Sand.......

I've started at least three separate posts over the last few weeks, only to become disgusted with myself for being so negative. I certainly have loads of good in my life and should count my blessings. Ironically my math skills seem to be slipping away, making counting more difficult.


We had a bit of an ice storm recently. I spun out my company Jeep and hit a freeway center barrier. I'm basically a one-armed driver now and don't know if that had any bearing on my ability to avoid the crash.

As my condition worsens I worry that perhaps I can't recognize the impact it is having on my behavior. When do I know it's time to quit driving, working, living. There is no line in the sand...... at least not one that I can see.