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It’s not every day that I get to experience a miracle. Or at least that’s what I’m calling it because I don’t know what else to call it. You tell me.
Back in the mid-’90s, while I was a jet-settin’ Oracle instructor for Aris Corporation, I began to have “eye attacks.” At first, they were tolerable and occurred about once a week. Then they became more frequent, more painful, and happened at inopportune times.
Some of you will remember those days.
What were these eye attacks like?
You can imagine the danger this introduced while I was driving. At one point, my eyes went on strike. I couldn’t use them to do anything for 2 weeks. I couldn’t go to work, and I couldn’t read, watch TV, drive, or do anything that required my eyes to stay focused on a “thing” for more than a few moments.
I went to a lot of eye doctors. I tried everything from washing my eyeballs out with baby shampoo each morning to applying various types of eyedrops to applying steroids. Nothing really helped. This went on for over 13 years. What the doctors saw were two eyeballs where the bottom part of each cornea – where the two lids meet – were cracked and dried up. It seemed that I never really closed my eyes all the way, even when I was sleeping. So my eyeballs were dried out with a “cracked” surface.
So what did I do? The only thing I could do – i.e., make lifestyle changes to minimize the occurrences. Instead of using my eyes to do a “thing” for an extended period of time – like reading or computer stuff – I began getting up and walking around at least every 30 minutes to give my eyes a break. This helped, but I always lived “on guard” awaiting the next attack. And they came. I’ll admit – I was convinced five years ago that at the rate I was going – that by the time I reached my 50′s, my eyes would be done and I would be a candidate for assisted living.
Then last year, as some of you know, I went into what I call a “black hole” to work on the Semper Vita web application. I did nothing but stare at two monitors all day, 80-100 hours/week for several months. This activity, if memory served me right, was a perfect set-up for a series of eye attacks. So what did we do? We prayed each week that God would protect and heal my eyes. And what did I expect? No eye attacks.
And guess how many attacks I had? None. Zilch. Nada.
Okay, maybe it’s part of the miracle. But the big realization came just a couple of weeks ago. I went in for my annual eye exam (it had actually been 2 years) – and guess what? There was NO evidence of any damage to my corneas. My eyes were completely normal – as if nothing was ever wrong. That explains why I haven’t had any eye attacks this past year. God. Healed. My. Eyes.
Today, I’m sportin’ some new Big Girl glasses that I can wear full-time. I’ve stepped up to Progressive lenses with some very kewl Dutch frames. I’m still adjusting to the Progressives, but I’m taking great pleasure in knowing that I will now be able to read my own menus. The friends who’ve had to read for me know what I’m talking about – and I’m sure you’re thanking God too!
After 15 years of eye problems, it’s a great relief to be free and clear. This is a miracle in my book. Thank you, God, for my healed eyes (and kewl glasses!).
P.S. I saw my hair stylist on Saturday. She told me it was time to update my online profile picture because I have a rather different look now. Besides the glasses, I have a short & sassy, “naturally-colored” hairstyle. Yes, Laramie, the pictures will be updated before we meet again.
