I am overjoyed, incredibly relieved, and flat broke.
But I’d have it no other way.
A few months ago we received some pretty devastating news from Link’s eye doctor.
It started 2 to 3 years ago. He was having trouble seeing, so we made him an appointment. No biggie. We ALL wear some sort of eye correction lenses, so it seemed only natural to have him join in the act.
He came home that day with a prescription for bifocals. We thought it kind of odd that he would have bifocals at the ripe old age of 17, but we accepted it and ordered him a pair.
He had trouble with them from the beginning. He claimed they didn’t help. We sent him back to the doc who assured us he just needed to get used to wearing them and looking through the lenses.
He gave it an honest effort, and before long, we quit asking, and he quit complaining. It became an out of sight, out of mind problem, so to speak.
The topic came up again when he got his full time job as an overnight shelf stocker at a local store. Seems he was having trouble reading the boxes, so it was taking him much longer than the others to stock his shelves. Rather than fire him, the store offered to give him a different job during the day.
And we decided another eye appointment was in order.
We were shocked and devastated by the news.
He was diagnosed with 2 unrelated but critical issues. One was an infection in the retina of his left eye. The other was a severe case of distorted corneas, or keratoconus.
With his cornea so misshapen, the light coming into his eyes was completely distorted, causing him to have a very difficult time seeing. We were told it might possibly be fixed with hard contact lenses. If not, he would need surgery or perhaps a cornea transplant.
Our hearts broke. Fears for our oldest son flooded us, as we tried to come to terms with what this might mean for him.
We made appointments with the specialists immediately. Before we could treat the keratoconus though, we had to make sure the infection could be cleared up, otherwise any treatment for the corneas wouldn’t matter. So once a month, he received an injection in his eye.
In his eye.
I thought the same thing…..
He’s received three shots so far and may need a fourth. However, since he was showing signs of improvement he began seeing the cornea specialist.
On his second visit, they had him try on a pair of hard contact lenses. The idea being the lenses would force his corneas back into shape allowing the light to come in as it should.
They warned him that things may look worse because the contacts weren’t prescription, but as soon as they placed them in his eye, he could see!
Unfortunately they didn’t let him come home with them. Instead, they sent him home with the memory of his brief clear vision, and told him to come back in a week to be fitted with the correct size and prescription.
And those contacts came in today.
His vision isn’t perfect, but it’s close, and it’s SO much better than what he’s lived with these past few years. He’s a quiet, reserved kid, so his reaction was a shrug of the shoulders and a “yeah – it’s good.” Which I know really means, YEAH! IT’S GOOD! I can only imagine how excited he must be to be able to see his beloved computer screen and books clearly….
and the clock, and his phone, and the TV, and…. the writing on the boxes.
This may not be the end for him, but it’s definitely a more promising outlook for his future.
Perhaps I have all you to thank for your crossed fingers?