Violinist keeps sight on music after vision loss

In September 2013 I sat down to play the first rehearsal of my 27th season with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra (CSO). Minutes later, I couldn’t read my music because of a whiteout in my

vision. I was a violinist at the top of my game and, at 53, was also fiercely independent, a cancer survivor and single mom of five. I went home, not knowing if I would ever be back.  And

there I stayed, practically imprisoned at home, disabled without my full income, even with the CSO’s excellent benefits. I had kids in college. The doctors had no explanation. And the

whiteout was getting bigger. It was then that I received a summons from my maestro, Riccardo Muti. Leaning back on his sofa, he said, “I am your friend. Tell me what’s happening.” It was the

first of many encounters in which he encouraged me to stay strong. “Do what it takes to come back,” he assured me. He inspired me to find a way forward when no cutting-edge doctor had.

Alison Dalton has the rare eye condition bull's-eye maculopathy. Todd Rosenberg/CSO Our health care system provides no advocacy for patients with rare diseases. With my violin student

and friend Professor Joy Bergelson, a prominent biologist at the University of Chicago, we set out to find answers. Fifty-three specialists at 26 hospitals in five countries and hundreds of

pages of medical records later, I finally got a diagnosis at Massachusetts General Hospital: bull’s-eye maculopathy. The cones in the center of my retina, crucial for high-acuity vision,

were dying. It is incurable. Working with the Chicago Lighthouse for the Blind, we determined a 400 percent computer enlargement would enable me to read music onstage. I’m so tech-averse, I

would rather have taught a Seeing Eye dog to read my music. And unfortunately, there was no existing software that could handle the complexity needed to copy music. So, Joy and her computer

whiz daughter, Allie, a cellist and premed student, worked up a solution with software designed for other uses. The CSO librarians scanned my music and handled the copyrights. My son Graham,

a physics major and hornist, became my copyist. The usual page of music has 12 lines; he needed to convert three lines at a time to be displayed on my 27-inch screen.