A Memoir
“You have Retinitis Pigmentosa,” Dr. Richard Lewis said, removing the bright light from my eyes and rolling his stool back from my chair.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning your retina is deteriorating and taking your peripheral and night vision.”
He gave me the bad news with severe honesty.
“You need to stop driving immediately ,” he said. “I can’t take your driver license nor am I required to report your condition to the Department of Public safety.”
He paused for emphasis.
“But if you're in an accident, I can testify against you in court.”
(Excerpt from the manuscript (c) Ted Doolittle)
