Miracles reach beyond the laws of nature, as we understand them, to do what man cannot accomplish on his own.
Today was my six-month check up with my ophthalmologist. I think she likes to see me. On a routine basis, she sees many patients with serious eye conditions, some that cannot be fixed. I, on the other hand, have experienced improved vision, and everyone, including doctors, likes happy endings. I’m also one of her ornery patients. Instead of whining that I can’t see the chart, I get excited when I see one letter on the 20/80 line.
“I have one patient who got upset at me because I could only bring his vision up to 20/25 after cataract surgery,” she confided to me once.
Today she ticked off her discoveries like checking off a shopping list. “Your pressure is good, your corneas are – a little thick at the top but no cysts or abscesses – I just can’t find anything bad today.” For a patient who has a whole bucketful of eye issues, that’s saying a lot.
While she was examining my eyes, she exclaimed once again how easy it was to see through my pupil opening. Before my eye surgery two years ago, damage from childhood surgeries had tightened my pupil into a tiny pinprick. The specialist who repaired my torn retina made the on the spot decision to widen my pupil and clean out debris left from an incomplete cataract removal. Widening the pupil allowed more light to enter my eye. It also had the advantage of allowing my ophthalmologist to get a better look at the back of my eye, something that even heavy doses of dilation drops wouldn’t allow her to do.
Dr Brody swiveled her chair toward my chart on her desk. “It’s such a miracle,” she murmured.
“Yes it is!” I agreed.