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Jun
8
Cavernous Hemangioma
On May 2nd, I drove, near the end of my usual work day to see my neuro-ophthalmologist, wondering all the way there how I had made it to such a point in my life that neuro-ophthalmology had entered my life. And this was before the cavernous hemangioma.
Well, I'd know about it before.
As with most stories it began with nystagmus. I had to find the word, not look it up. I had to look up the condition without knowing what it was called. With me, it's a shaking of my vision, sudden, quick, unexpected. A shuddering as I might see in a horror film when the fright comes jagged. There is something frightening about impeded sight, even if only a flicker. My eyelids don't move, but my vision does. Sometimes, the vision shakes itself many times a day, sometimes only once.
I'm used to it now.
Well, I'd know about it before.
As with most stories it began with nystagmus. I had to find the word, not look it up. I had to look up the condition without knowing what it was called. With me, it's a shaking of my vision, sudden, quick, unexpected. A shuddering as I might see in a horror film when the fright comes jagged. There is something frightening about impeded sight, even if only a flicker. My eyelids don't move, but my vision does. Sometimes, the vision shakes itself many times a day, sometimes only once.
I'm used to it now.
