I used to be invisible

but now there's a hole in my cloak of invisibility.

I used to walk around in crowds of people totally unseen, the usual invisible little old lady. But now people see my left arm, or rather, they see my compression sleeve and glove walking around. Lymphedema has made me into a walking sleeve, especially now that more of it shows with warmer weather. I see their eyes - they don't look at me, but at my arm.

Certainly, I'm developing a better understanding of what it's like to be different, and I'm learning to cope. How do others who are stared at - cope? Surely, I was better off invisible.