Going to the eye wizard, err... doctor

Well, having spent a good amount of time at the new doctor's office (this is the one that we were referred to by a friend of a friend) I am now humbled once again. I am astounded at the series of miracles (I refuse to say coincidences) that culminated in this visit. Here are just some of the miracles:

1. We know the gentleman who works there from Scouts, however, we didn't know him well enough to call him up and "happen" to tell him of the stroke.
2. We DID tell our close friend who happens to be a close friend of #1
3. The doctor was booked out for many weeks, then a cancellation for the end of May showed up.
4. Got a call y'day saying: We had a cancellation for tomorrow (today: Friday), you are on the highest priority, can you make it? (uh, yeah!)
5. The Twitch Doctor (little joke) knew DH's regular eye doc and the neuro-ophthalomologist personally and was able to get some of the records ahead of time.
6. The entire staff was so accommodating and kind
7. The Doctor has been treating brain injured/stroke patients for 30 years in renewing their vision
8. Not only did he say there is hope for DH's vision, BUT in redoing some of the crucial tests, there was shown marked improvement in his field of vision! OK, the other things may look like coincidence to the skeptics, but you cannot deny the miracle of seeing better than only two weeks ago. In fact, in one of his studies, the doctor is convinced that DH's brain has created a new pathway, around the dead tissue. We are humbled to say the least. I just had to share this latest news, because I feel like laughing and crying at the same time. He will now begin the extensive studies that are required to start him on an exercise plan that will be tailored to his particular vision field. 

 Your prayers started a chain that still amazes me. They started a chain going we would never have dreamed possible... Rich to John to Jody to Dr. Bruce W.
If we were writing a movie script, no one would believe it.
Many years ago, we were on our family's cabin cruiser. Oh how my dad loved boats and other toys. I have no idea how long we had had the boat, but this one day we decided to take it out...I believe I was about 9 at the time. It was a nice day and all my brothers and sisters were there, all but one younger than me. We somehow hit a submerged log and it tore a hole in the hull and we started sinking. I remember my mom (who had a famous  two-finger LOUD whistle) was trying to get someone's attention and we were waving and yelling. I remember daddy putting us into life jackets and he was using the canned horn to call for help. I remember being so frightened! Honestly, people were waving back at us, and not really listening to our pleas for help...then I remember a vessel of some kind (I seem to recollect it was a Coast Guard boat) but it had grappling hooks on it and immediately gripped us and prevented us from sinking, then getting us to shore. Our SOS and cries for help were ignored by some, but answered by the ones who had the power to save us. Have you ever heard a cry for help from someone and were either able to help or steer them to help? Or maybe you have been that person who has cried for help and got the help you needed? I have been on both sides and realize that you have to be tuned in to hear and sensitive to help. DH told me it is hard to ask for help, yet easy to help others. Now he knows that it is a blessing for someone else to help him as he has helped others before him.Don't you feel blessed when you are able to help? Let me tell you, I am learning to ask, but know that someday we will pass it on.

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“Blessed are those who give without remembering. And blessed are those who take without forgetting.”

Bernard Meltzer