My Very Own Miracle

Strange how life can throw us a curve and suddenly we are immersed in a world we knew nothing of. In my case it was eye trouble. I think it started when I was bitten on my right temple by a very large wasp. The side of my head swelled to ridiculous proportions and although I had a wedding the next day I put on oversized sunglasses and went and danced anyway. It seems this marked the beginning of my travails with my eyes. Did the swelling cause my already genetically-challenged retina to weaken and dislodge? Would it have anyway? A few weeks later I awoke to blurriness in the right eye. To test it, I covered it and uncovered it, rinsed it repeatedly and inserted eye drops, but the fogginess persisted. I made an appointment with my optometrist -- I'd always been severely myopic so this was familiar territory. The optometrist diagnosed a cataract, which he said would slowly get worse, but could be left alone for now. I trusted him. One month later I could barely see out of it. This time I sought out an ophthalmologist. By the time I got an appointment I had lost all sight in the eye. After examination the doctor announced that yes, I did indeed have a cataract. But the more pressing problem was one the cataract had, alas, obscured. It seemed my retina had completely detached. Without delay the doctor led me up a flight of stairs, through a waiting room packed with patients, and into the office of a retinal surgeon. The surgeon shook his head as he was told my story;...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news