my eyes. My head hurts today, my eyes are tired and lots of lights are flashing as I type this ... part of the journey and has me reflecting. I left church early .. so not all bad :).
I recall my opthalmologist told me years ago, that the central peephole of my vision is RESILIENT. He said your eyes will fight for you and try to provide some vision as long as they can. I have a special place for this opthalmologist, retinal specialist. He speaks to me in a kind, caring manner. We were colleagues for several years. He doesn't brush me aside because he can't do much for my eyes. Over the years, he has asked about me as a person. He has told me my eyes are beautiful and sparkly even if they are diseased. He had tears in his eyes when he shared that the macula edema returned. He wanted to be able to do something that woldn't make me sick and dehydrated. (A discussion thread on the treatments for macula edema could happen. For me, diamox left me dehydrated and kidney stones. For others it works wonders. The injection a couple years ago was expensive, a little scary, however, perhaps helpful.) My opthalmologist and I were on an elevator and a lady questioned my blindness. But, you found the elevator button, she said. He kept quiet -- perhaps, patient confidentiality kept him from saying something, but each time I see him we laugh about this incident. He knows my eyes and longs to be able to fix them. He has told me that the cataracts in my eyes chose a great place to be because they can be postponed. (A whole disucussion thread could be on when to take care of cataracts on an already eye that is diseased. Both the retinal doctors that I have seen have chosen to postpone -- which is great as I don't have insurance on my eyes right now.) This has me feeling compassion for my eyes, too. Why are they discriminated and considered a pre-existing condition in the life of self-employment insurance?
Perhaps this doesn't sound like an appreciation post. It is. These are my eyes that I appreciate. I put anti-wrinkle cream around them each day. Who knows if it helps? I see it as a loving massage for them. These eyes have taught me so much. They are doing their best with a insidious disease fighting against them. They have taught me to let go and rely on these
P.S. I also really love and appreciate these brown boots from Ann Taylor. Comfortable and just keep going- ready for another year.