Over and Over Again God has been faithful
It was in 2006 that I began to have trouble with my eyes. I have always been legally blind, but this was different. I began to see shadows around letters. I noticed at work when I was writing contracts, the lines would get jumbled. One morning I was leaving for work and mis-stepped and fell down my steps to my walk, busting my knees open. I knew it was time for my annual eye exam. I began to wonder if all of these things were a result of me using the computer a lot on the job. So I went to have a dialated eye exam. The results were scary, I had a condition call kertaconas, that is when the cornea bulges out and things get fuzzy, you cannot distinguish certain items. It is treated either by wearing contacts or transplant surgery. The doctor who diagnosed me was a listener. He was going to refer me to a specialist in Charleston. He also wanted me to sign releases of the eye doctors I had been to. He wanted to look at my records. So I signed three releases of doctors I had been to that were still practicing. They called Charleston and made an appointment for me and I waited.
The appointment was June 30th, before that time I fasted and prayed I wore a prayer cloth and everything. I was hoping for a miracle without having the surgery. When I got to Charleston I was scared. They asked me why I was there and I started telling them and they said you have Kertaconas. They did the exam and the doctor came in and said that the surgery would restore my vision back to the way it was five years ago. It would only do that, like I said I was hoping for a miracle. Did I want to have the surgery. I told them the trouble I had been having at work seeing things and it got to the point that it was hard to distinguish steps, ect. Yes I wanted the surgery. They said it would have to be in August, because the doctor was going on a mission trip and would be back then. They set the surgery for August 15, 2006. They gave me some books about kertaconas and said if I had any questions to call them.
There are six or seven stages of grief that you go through when you get news like that. Denial, bargaining, anger, depression, resolve and acceptance. I skipped several of these. I was angry . I knew there was a problem, and why did it have to get this bad before anyone did anything. I went for my eye exams, I am very protective of my eyesight. When your eyes are like mine, you value the eyesight you have. I know people who have less sight than I do . I went from anger to depression to acceptance. I knew that if I didn't do something I could lose my sight altogether. I like to read, sew, paint and do crafts; I need my sight. I told my mom and dad first. My dad gets so upset about things like that. I think sometimes he blames himself for our eye sight and he was almost trying to talk me out of it. I gave him to book to read and I prayed. Meanwhile at work, someone quit and I was trying to interview people so I could train them before I needed to be off. I wasn't even sure I would be able to work after the surgery. We hired two people and I began to train them.
I spent the whole summer of 2006 worrying about my eye surgery. In the middle of July Matt went to the reserve center as usual. I get a call at 10PM at night and the first thing he says is "I'm OK". Well, when you hear that, you wonder what happened. He said he was driving and it had been raining, someone passed him at a high rate of speed and splashed him, he couldn't see. The car hydroplaned, went across the barrier. He almost got it under control when he hit the wall. The car was totaled. he was glal I wasn't with him and then he said and your surgery is coming up. I was nervous, but being the oldest child and I switched into "Don't worry God will take care of that" mode and when I hung up I called my mom and dad and they said don't worry about that just be glad he is OK. I called Matt's mother and then I went digging through the drawer for the insurance policy. I walked the floor and cried, because we had a good interest rate and the car was over halfway paid for, and now we will have to get a new car. We were in no position credit-wise to buy a car. Matt hadn't been working at his new job for quite a year and it was rough. The next day I called the emergency number for State Farm and that set things in motion, they tiold me what to do. In the meantime my parents told me to call Matt's dad in Tennesee and I did. After everything was said and done, the insurance company totaled the car, the book value on it was such that we had enough money for a nice sized down payment. So in less than a weeks time we had a new car. Matt didn't have a scratch on him, his nerves were shot, but he was fine.
Some of my listeners decided to give a benefit gospel sing to help me with my eye surgery. It was a nice event and it raised a nice amount of money. I was deeply touched that they thouight that much of me. I had people walk up and hand me money. One day the doorbell rang at home and someone handed me three hundred dollars and said the Lord told them to bless me with it. I wasn't too involved with a church during that time and so some of them didn't donate anything. Some of them saw the new car and gossiped about it. That is sad, but we just keep on moving on and praying. I got my pre-op instructions. The night before I didn't sleep. I couldn't.
We got up five that morning, which was nothing unusual for us and we were on the road. We got to the hospital by seven and I was taken in to do paper work and then getting ready for the surgery. They gave me something to calm my nerves and get me to relax, they had trouble finding a vein. Before we went into the operating room the doctor had prayer with me . They wheeled me in the room, it was cold and they had wrapped me in a blanket. they had marked which eye they were going to do. They finally got a vein. I could hear everything that was going on, but I couldn't feel anything. When the surgery was done, I was wheeled back into the room. They got Matt who was pacing the floor and smoking like a chimney. They gave us care instructions and said they would take the patch off the next day. I could go home. I was home by 12:30 PM called my parents and went to lay down. Matt went to get us something to eat and he read and watched TV. I slept most of the day. I woke up the next morning and I heard the song on the radio from Jeff and Sheri Easter over and over God has been faithdful. There was such a peace that came over me about my eyes.
The next day I was back in Charleston and they were going to take the patch off. I was so afraid. As they peeled the patch, my eye was watering. They said it was going to do that and then they gave me the drops to put in the eye and told me to wear the eye gaurd for a week. I did that. When I got home, I was sitting at the kitchen table and I saw the chimes on the clock move. I hadn't noticed them before.
I knew everything was going to be alright. I was off from work about a week. When I returned to work, I worked only four hours a day for a few weeks. I had no idea that an eye operation could take so much out of you. As I began to heal, my sight was a lot better.
I tell this story maybe it will help someone, who is going through a rough time. You may be scared, or you think God isn't listening. He is. His ways are past finding out. TO GOD BE THE GLORY FOR THE THINGS HE HAS DONE!!!!!!
The appointment was June 30th, before that time I fasted and prayed I wore a prayer cloth and everything. I was hoping for a miracle without having the surgery. When I got to Charleston I was scared. They asked me why I was there and I started telling them and they said you have Kertaconas. They did the exam and the doctor came in and said that the surgery would restore my vision back to the way it was five years ago. It would only do that, like I said I was hoping for a miracle. Did I want to have the surgery. I told them the trouble I had been having at work seeing things and it got to the point that it was hard to distinguish steps, ect. Yes I wanted the surgery. They said it would have to be in August, because the doctor was going on a mission trip and would be back then. They set the surgery for August 15, 2006. They gave me some books about kertaconas and said if I had any questions to call them.
There are six or seven stages of grief that you go through when you get news like that. Denial, bargaining, anger, depression, resolve and acceptance. I skipped several of these. I was angry . I knew there was a problem, and why did it have to get this bad before anyone did anything. I went for my eye exams, I am very protective of my eyesight. When your eyes are like mine, you value the eyesight you have. I know people who have less sight than I do . I went from anger to depression to acceptance. I knew that if I didn't do something I could lose my sight altogether. I like to read, sew, paint and do crafts; I need my sight. I told my mom and dad first. My dad gets so upset about things like that. I think sometimes he blames himself for our eye sight and he was almost trying to talk me out of it. I gave him to book to read and I prayed. Meanwhile at work, someone quit and I was trying to interview people so I could train them before I needed to be off. I wasn't even sure I would be able to work after the surgery. We hired two people and I began to train them.
I spent the whole summer of 2006 worrying about my eye surgery. In the middle of July Matt went to the reserve center as usual. I get a call at 10PM at night and the first thing he says is "I'm OK". Well, when you hear that, you wonder what happened. He said he was driving and it had been raining, someone passed him at a high rate of speed and splashed him, he couldn't see. The car hydroplaned, went across the barrier. He almost got it under control when he hit the wall. The car was totaled. he was glal I wasn't with him and then he said and your surgery is coming up. I was nervous, but being the oldest child and I switched into "Don't worry God will take care of that" mode and when I hung up I called my mom and dad and they said don't worry about that just be glad he is OK. I called Matt's mother and then I went digging through the drawer for the insurance policy. I walked the floor and cried, because we had a good interest rate and the car was over halfway paid for, and now we will have to get a new car. We were in no position credit-wise to buy a car. Matt hadn't been working at his new job for quite a year and it was rough. The next day I called the emergency number for State Farm and that set things in motion, they tiold me what to do. In the meantime my parents told me to call Matt's dad in Tennesee and I did. After everything was said and done, the insurance company totaled the car, the book value on it was such that we had enough money for a nice sized down payment. So in less than a weeks time we had a new car. Matt didn't have a scratch on him, his nerves were shot, but he was fine.
Some of my listeners decided to give a benefit gospel sing to help me with my eye surgery. It was a nice event and it raised a nice amount of money. I was deeply touched that they thouight that much of me. I had people walk up and hand me money. One day the doorbell rang at home and someone handed me three hundred dollars and said the Lord told them to bless me with it. I wasn't too involved with a church during that time and so some of them didn't donate anything. Some of them saw the new car and gossiped about it. That is sad, but we just keep on moving on and praying. I got my pre-op instructions. The night before I didn't sleep. I couldn't.
We got up five that morning, which was nothing unusual for us and we were on the road. We got to the hospital by seven and I was taken in to do paper work and then getting ready for the surgery. They gave me something to calm my nerves and get me to relax, they had trouble finding a vein. Before we went into the operating room the doctor had prayer with me . They wheeled me in the room, it was cold and they had wrapped me in a blanket. they had marked which eye they were going to do. They finally got a vein. I could hear everything that was going on, but I couldn't feel anything. When the surgery was done, I was wheeled back into the room. They got Matt who was pacing the floor and smoking like a chimney. They gave us care instructions and said they would take the patch off the next day. I could go home. I was home by 12:30 PM called my parents and went to lay down. Matt went to get us something to eat and he read and watched TV. I slept most of the day. I woke up the next morning and I heard the song on the radio from Jeff and Sheri Easter over and over God has been faithdful. There was such a peace that came over me about my eyes.
The next day I was back in Charleston and they were going to take the patch off. I was so afraid. As they peeled the patch, my eye was watering. They said it was going to do that and then they gave me the drops to put in the eye and told me to wear the eye gaurd for a week. I did that. When I got home, I was sitting at the kitchen table and I saw the chimes on the clock move. I hadn't noticed them before.
I knew everything was going to be alright. I was off from work about a week. When I returned to work, I worked only four hours a day for a few weeks. I had no idea that an eye operation could take so much out of you. As I began to heal, my sight was a lot better.
I tell this story maybe it will help someone, who is going through a rough time. You may be scared, or you think God isn't listening. He is. His ways are past finding out. TO GOD BE THE GLORY FOR THE THINGS HE HAS DONE!!!!!!
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