Nine days of silence.

Wander back with me to July 26, Monday. I will never forget the sound of silence that occurred that afternoon. It went like this. Our well trusted "eye-guy" came to see Eldon and check his eyes. We greeted each other, chatted a bit about how we felt Eldon's recovery could only get better if the fallen lens implant was repaired. Then sat respectfully as Eldon's eyes were examined. Waiting, wondering, watching, and listening. The examination over, the "eye-guy," looked squarely at us and in a no nonsense yet gentle manner said, "there is no hope of restoring sight in the right eye." There was not a whisper of sound. I was sure the thundering pounds of my heart could be heard all through RVMC. Then I heard it, the sound of a deep sigh expressing the pent up waiting, and wondering. The quiet utterance of one word "wow" as to understanding the magnitude of the injury. Eldon broke the silence. As for the rest of us, our eyes were filled with tears.

A torn retina in the left eye and a small window of time for restored sight made for rapid surgery decisions. Set for Tuesday evening, became rescheduled for Wed evening.

Now we faced the creative challenge of finding a comfortable sleeping position for 2-3 weeks. It took hours, creative minds, and many crumpled up pillows, pieces of foam and wadded up blankets, folded, stretched out and wadded up again. Laughter became our strength in this project, as we attempted this task, while Eldon seemed to take it in stride.

Wednesday, August 4, was a week. Retina is healing as it should. There is pressure in the eye, causing the iris to push against the cornea. Sigh! Getting weary, legs, knees, backs and shoulders are sore. Again hearts ache. Stay with the program, and the " eye-guy" will keep an eye on the pressure. A Doctor’s appointment on Monday, August 9 gave us the information that there is liquid in the eye not draining as it should. Presented with another small window for sight, surgery is scheduled for Wednesday, August 11.

A story of trust from the book, And The Angels Were Silent, from a favorite writer of mine, Max Lucado;

“Reach up and take your Father's hand and say what my daughter Andrea said to me, ‘I'm not sure where I am. I'm not sure which is the road home, but you do, and that's enough.’”

“For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear: I will help you.” Isaiah 41:13

From my scribblings,

Sandy