corneal diseases

Blindness is a symptom, not a condition.

So I have a rant. 

I’ve noticed, with a lot of blind fictional characters, the writers just say they were ‘blind from birth’ which is such a copout. It’s like saying that your nose is running. No reason given- could be allergies, could be a cold, could be that you ate something super spicy. 

Eye conditions that cause blindness and visual impairment (only something like 8 percent of legally blind people are completely blind) are varied and they have different effects and other symptoms. Not everyone who is blind ‘looks blind’ or has the clouded cornea that traditionally signals that a character is blind. The problem can be in the front of the eye, but it can also be in the optic nerves or the brain. 

Your character could have Albinism, Optic Nerve Hypoplasia, Retinopathy of Prematurity , Cataracts, Corneal Disease, Glaucoma, Diabetic Retinopathy, Macular degeneration, a detached retina, I’m sure I’m missing some. Each of these things affects the eye differently, and come with other symptoms. 

Blind representation is so important, but so is doing some research as to why. This isn’t just a problem with OCs or fanfiction, this is a problem I see with canon blind characters and it’s so frustrating. 

Miracles (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Warnings: none 

Requested: “Can you write a Connor Murphy imagine about him and the reader getting their first dog together?” OF COURSE

A/N: I gave this request an instigating event so that I was able to make it into a fic. So, I hope you enjoy it! Requests are always open my loves. 

Word Count: 1,151


Moving to New York was a big deal for you. Leaving your family to go to school in a whole new state was a scary dilemma. The only person to keep you company was your boyfriend, Connor Murphy. But even some days he had to leave for work and you were left alone in your apartment. To counteract this, the two of you made the decision to become puppy parents. Yes, you and Connor adopted an adorable baby English Bulldog.

At first, Connor refused the idea of getting a pet. Even though you guys didn’t necessarily have the space or money for a dog, Connor saw how happy you were and eventually complied. When the day finally came to bring your little girl home, you couldn’t contain your excitement. There was only one worry in the back of your mind–you guys had been informed that the puppy you were adopting was the runt of the litter. You and Connor would love her no matter what, but you were scared that the little baby would have major health problems.

While Connor was away at the pet store picking Daisy (the name you two decided on) up, you were at home making sure everything was perfect upon her arrival. You set up her bed, water and food bowls, cage, and even set out little outfits for her. Hearing her little paws prance and jump around outside your door, you couldn’t hold back your excitement to see her. Opening the door, Connor let Daisy off of her leash and she ran over into your lap. This had to have been the cutest creature that you had ever laid your eyes on. So much so that you swore to never let go of her tiny frame.

That would be a problem, you soon found out as Connor explained. The vet had told him that Daisy was the smallest runt that he’d ever seen. But that was the least of his worries, she also had some major health complications as well. Heart disease, corneal ulcers, and hypothyroidism were just some of the issues that she had to deal with. Connor’s voice became condescending whenever he informed you that Daisy was only expected to live another six months.  

Nonetheless, you decided to keep her. Although you knew it wouldn’t be easy, it’s what you wanted. For the rest of the night, you and your boyfriend tended to every whine that came from Daisy.


About a month after introducing Daisy into your home, you noticed that she wasn’t herself. She became very sluggish, refused to eat, and barely moved throughout the day. This made you fear the worst, so you called Connor and told him to meet you at the veterinarian’s office, which was where you were headed.

Upon arrival, you got to see the doctor right away. Staying in the waiting area, you couldn’t help but to think what could be wrong. Maybe it was just a fluke, maybe you were just overreacting, maybe there was something terribly wrong. You drowned out the noise of the waiting room with your thoughts.

All of a sudden, the front doors open and you hear Connor’s voice.

“Is she going to be okay?”

“I don’t know. They’re running tests as we speak.” Just as you mentioned that, the vet came out from behind the closed door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Murphy? I have your test results.” Too nervous to correct the doctor’s mistake, you and Connor remained silent to hear the news.

“Although her survival rate was low, she beat the odds. I think little Daisy might live through this scare.” The both of you breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

“But, she is still very very sick. It’s a good thing you caught her symptoms early because if they would’ve went undetected for another 24 hours, things wouldn’t be looking so optimistic.”

‘Thank you so much, Doctor!” You exclaimed.

“I’m not finished just yet. By saying that, we’re going to have to perform surgery for her pulmonary stenosis. Daisy has a heart valve that hasn’t opened up all the way. But the downside of the surgery is that it will cost upwards of $3,000.” The vet’s face looked grim and the meeting between the three of you fell silent. That was until Connor spoke up.

“We’ll do it. She’s our little princess and she keeps y/n and I glued together, doesn’t she?” He asked you, looking for reassurance. You were on board too, even though it would take years to pay off.

“Will she be healthy again?” You questioned the vet.

“We’ve been successful while performing these surgeries in the past, so I can tell you that she will definitely live a long and healthy life if all goes well.”

“Okay,” You look up at Connor, “Just get her in as soon as possible.”

Looking at his calendar, the veterinarian spoke, “Actually, we can perform emergency surgery right now. I’m not booked for another appointment in about four hours, would that work for the both of you?”

“Of course! Yes! Please!” You spurted out with no hesitation. Connor nodded in agreement.

“Okay, well I’ll get everything set up. You can either stay here or go home and wait, it might take a couple of hours.”

“We’ll stay.” You and Connor said at the exact same time.

“I’ll get started.” And with that, two nurses led the doctor into the operating room. The wait seemed to take years, or at least that’s what it felt like to you.

Connor was almost if not more worried than you were. As the two of you sat in the waiting chairs, you began to drift off. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Y/n, Y/n, wake up.” Connor whispered softly to you. You awoke with a jump, totally forgetting what you had been doing previously.

“She’s out of surgery and the doctor said that we could see her.” You agreed and headed over to the kennel that Daisy was asleep in. Even though she was still knocked out from the anesthesia, you were glad that she made it out of surgery without a hitch.

“We’ll have to keep little Daisy here for a couple of days, but other than that, her prognosis looks good.” The vet said with a smile. You rejoiced with Connor, kissing him on the cheek.

“We can’t thank you enough, Doc!”


4 years later…

“Daisy! Stop eating the baby’s food!” You shooed the dog away from your toddler’s chair, “We can’t her her eating your food, now can we?” You asked your child, not expecting a legitimate answer.

“Daisy!” Your exuberant two-year-old shouted.

“Connor, she said Daisy’s name!” You exclaimed to your husband. By saying that, you couldn’t help but reflect on how lucky you were. With the perfect husband, baby, and dog, you couldn’t ask for any more miracles.  

I thought I would share with you what my world looks like most days.  I have a rare corneal disease called Fuch’s Dystrophy.  It is usually a slow moving disease and doesn’t usually show it’s effects until you are ‘older’.  Alas, that is not always the case. Not my case anyway.  

I am going blind and the only cure is a corneal transplant.  I have stopped driving.  The Mustang sits in the driveway.  I have stopped podficcing because I can’t ‘see well enough to edit’ my work.  Reading (no matter the size of the letters) has become harder and so it’s time to have the surgery.

On Wednesday morning (April 13) , at John Hopkins, I am having a DMEK (they will be grafting donor corneal cells to the back of my cornea) on my left eye.  I don’t know when I will get my right done but it won’t be soon enough for me.  You can google it if you want the gory details.  ^_^

I don’t want you to send money *rolls eyes* but I could use all of the prayers and positive thoughts you have to spare.  I might not be around much for a couple of weeks but I will be back.  @buttherewasnogod will be in the know after Wed if you want to know how things went..

Ask me if you have questions.  I am happy to answer.   And if you are not an organ donor already - please consider doing so and talking to your family about it.  You could change someone’s life with the gift of sight (or even save a life) 

*hugs and love*

~ kansouame