You know, just when things settle down, and you think it’ll be smooth sailing ahead, something happens and those storm clouds of life start brewing again. It’s a never ending cycle.
Last Tuesday I met with an ophthalmologist to be evaluated for cataract surgery on my left eye. The sight in that eye has been declining for several months, and when I went for my annual eye exam, in November, the optometrist told me she thought I might be a candidate for cataract surgery. The first available appointment with the ophthalmologist was on January 10, so I patiently waited for that day to arrive.
On January 10, I had several tests performed, then sat in a room to wait while my eyes dilated. The doctor finally came in, asked me a few questions, then sat down on a stool in front of me to examine my eyes. He looked me, straight in the eyes and asked, “How long have you had that sty on your left eye?” I was surprised, and answered, “I didn’t realize I have a sty on my left eye.” I told him I’d had a sty [on my left eye] a few months back, but had treated it, and it went away. At least I thought it had.
The doctor proceeded to tell me the cataract is not the problem with the vision in my left eye, because the size of the cataracts is the same in both eyes (and I can see out of my right eye). However, he didn’t tell me what my problem is! Instead, he prescribed some drops for my affected eye, and asked me to come to his office in two weeks to have a retinal scan done, to see what’s going on. So I’m using the drops and trying to patiently wait…again.
After I left the doctor’s office, I touched my eyelid, and discovered, for the first time, the lump in the middle of my eye lid. I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before, but, then, I never touch my eyelids except with a washcloth or a make up sponge. But then, the optometrist apparently over-looked it, too, so I don’t feel so bad.
I’ve been using the eye drops for almost a week, but, so far, I can’t tell any difference in the size of the bump on my eyelid. If anything, my eyesight seems to have gotten worse in my left eye. I hope to find out what the problem is, in about another week, and I’m praying something can be done to restore the vision to my left eye. I haven’t driven in several weeks, nor do I spend a lot of time trying to read. The saying’s true, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone…
In other “unexpected” news, on Thursday morning, I bent down to get a bowl of chicken feed out of the sack, just like I’ve been doing for the past few weeks, when, suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. I knew, immediately, I’d hurt my back again. Sigh. I try to be mindful of what I do, but sometimes things just happen–usually when I least expect it. I hope my back will settle down on its own, like last time, but, for now, my old friend “sciatica” is back.
Today also happens to be the day Ed and I meet with the doctor to discuss the “results” from the test he had performed two weeks ago. We’re hoping for the best, but bracing ourselves for the worst. Life is never dull, especially at this stage of it.
So there you have it. Our lives, at the present time, in a nutshell. Of course, I’m reminded, things could always be worse. As we arrived at church, yesterday morning, I witnessed an older lady painfully struggling to make her way up the steps. It turns out, she, too, has a ‘bad back’ and is suffering from sciatica, but in a much worse form than mine. I silently thanked God for the gentle reminder, and praised Him that things are as well [with us] as they are.