God gifted me with good eyesight.

I refuse to let multiple sclerosis take it away.

Lisa A. McCombs
3 min readMay 26, 2023


Photo by David Travis on Unsplash

Have you ever thought about what it would be like to lose one of your six senses?

I remember pretending to be blind as a class exercise in trust and spatial orientation. We chose a partner to lead us around a room, both physically and with verbal instruction. The goal was twofold. We needed to be mindful of our physical surroundings while learning to trust our partners. The first task proved helpful to me. The second not so much. Seventh graders are not the most reliable colleagues given a chance to get a laugh.

That lesson has stuck with me for years.

Sight is the one sense I do not want to lose. Books are my one and constant passion. I know there are audio books but I don’t like being read to. I could learn Braille, but it isn’t at the top of my priorities.

I love books.

I love landscape.

I just love the view.

I’m confident I would and could learn to exist without my eyes, but the horror of that reality is devastating.

One of the first people I met with multiple sclerosis after my diagnosis relayed the nightmarish moments of her own early days of living with the MonSter. She went blind for nearly two…