“Will I be cognizant by game time? I’m supposed to schmooze a potential donor.”
Doc laughs at me. Whether it’s the words or my disgruntled expression, I can’t tell.
“You’ll be right as rain by then.”
“All right. I’ll take it.”
They give me the pills, then wheel me to another room used for eye patients. Four Eyes asks me a bunch of questions and then dilates my eyes for the exam.
“Just keep looking straight ahead.”
He takes pictures of my retinas and the backs of my eyes. When he’s finished, a tech takes me back to the ER room. The wait feels endless, but I’m trying to be patient. Will the optometrist have any more insight than Doc? Too bad I can’t fly my neurologist up here.
The sound of a knock jolts me in the hospital bed. When did I fall asleep? How long have I been sleeping? I press the button on my watch, and it voices the time to be eleven in the morning. So only about thirty minutes. Not horrible.
“Crank, I’ve got some news.”
I tense.If Four Eyes says you’re going blind,remember,you’ll handle it with God.I don’t want to make myself anxious again. Thankfully the pounding in my head has dulled enough for me to listen to the team optometrist.
“Lay it on me.”
“When we took retinal scans back in January, we saw signs of macular degeneration.”
“I remember. You said it has probably been there, but the occipital lesion exacerbated everything.” Or something to that effect.
“Right.”
“And now?” I ask.
“Crank, they’re not there anymore.”
I frown. “What do you mean? Have the spots taken over the retinas? Am I going blind?”
“No, no.” He lays a hand on my arm. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make you panic. I’m trying to say the damage we saw is gone. Almost like it never existed.”
Is he trying to suggest I’m healed? I blink and stare where his face should be. The face that’s blurred because of the dark spot and duplicated from the double vision.
“How can that be when my vision hasn’t changed? If anything, it’s worse.” Because even the good parts are affected now.
“It may feel that way, but physically, it’s not. Your eyes look good, almost like they’re healing themselves.”
“What does that mean for me?” I croak.
“We’ll keep monitoring the situation, loop your specialists into the conversation as well. According to the scans, you don’t actually have macular degeneration. The scans are immaculate and don’t look anything like the originals. I checked twice. Made sure it was your file I was looking at.”
My breath catches in my throat. Could God heal me? Does He still do miracles like that?
I scratch my head. “Um, okay. So now I just, what? Wait and see what happens?”
“As difficult as that’ll be, yes.”
There’s not much to say, and the ER doc discharges me with a prescription for the migraines.
I can’t wait to tell Val what happened, but even so, what exactly do I say? That my eyes physically look healthy even though I still can’t see her? That God might be healing me because my brain is lesion free?
Nah,I can’t lead with that.Maybe I should keep this to myself since my vision hasn’t changed. It seems premature to hope it will.
What do Youwant me to do,God? Whatever it is,I will.
