"The 'Eyes' Have It..."

From where I sit, I see before me the benefit and blessing of sight. I submitted myself to many hands this past Tuesday. I placed my faith and hope in the hands of the Lord through blessings and prayers, and He was there. With confidence, I placed my faith in an extremely gifted Physician, and he did an amazing job. I placed my care in the hands of Nurses and Anesthesia personnel, and they gave me kind, tender and loving care.

I didn't pray for sight, because there was so much damage to my eye, I just didn't feel that it would be possible. I only prayed for a good outcome for a new cornea and I didn't leave out the donor, for he or she had to give his or her life in order to provide this gift. I can testify, it is a good cornea.

It was amazing to lay flat on my back with my whole head covered with a drape, in a dream-like state, and listen to my Surgeon and his Fellow discuss everything that they were doing to my eye. It was a teaching experience for the Fellow; and it was a teaching experience for me. I learned that my iris had adhered itself to the old cornea and had to be carefully scraped away, losing part of it in the process. Then my iris had to be sutured together in two places. Because of all of the damage, the pupil is still bigger than the other one and irregular in shape. And my iris has lost some of the color that would make it hazel, like the other eye. It is a beautiful blue color. Hmmm! Maybe I could talk the good Dr. into doing that to the other iris! (Just kidding!)

The morning after surgery, I was escorted into a little room where the bandage was removed. I then was directed to look to the far wall and tell the Tech what I could see. I nearly jumped out of the chair, because I was so excited. I could see the big "E"! I haven't seen it for 8 years. Not only that, I could read the line below it. It was like a light had been turned on in a dead eye!

I cannot express enough how grateful I am for the blessings and prayers of so many in my behalf. If I never believed in miracles before, I am more of a believer now. Oh, I will still have only partial vision in my right eye, because the optic nerve won't regenerate, but it is enough that I will be able to see with two eyes instead of only one. God is good! He certainly has blessed me this week.

There's a song by Celtic Woman, called "When You Believe" that tells how great our faith can be. Why, we can move mountains, when we believe! I love the words to that song. I tried to find it for my playlist, but couldn't locate it. It's probably too new, and they don't release the newest ones on Playlist. Anyway, I do believe! And my mountain was moved this week.

The eye still has a long way to go toward healing, and rejection is always a possiblity, but I will continue to have faith and pray.