Sure many things in life are considered miraculous, a baby being born healthy, a person recovering from a thought to be fatal disease, a person surviving an accident... you get the idea...And in most every case one would like to think that those involved had a way to commemorate the amazingly wonderful occurrence, wouldn’t you?
And although my small miracle of last Friday the twenty-eighth of March was not a life and death happening, but to me and my immediate family it was an extremely special, never thought it could ever be thingy! Which by even minimal standards it is important in the bigger picture of life’s commemorated personal historic events, hmm?
It's not everyday that one of my years who was basically told to "forget about it", I am hearing in a Tony Soprano voice/accent. But having that little voice inside of me yelling instead, "NO, I WON'T!"
And sure enough when given the chance to change my doomed for existence of being perceptually challenged forever I felt the need to try for more even when told that only a little might happen.
Some may have believed that I was a foolish gal and others may be thinking why did it take so long to go forward?
I have told why in my previous blogs...
Once more I was told that the optic nerve was dead and even if the cataract was removed it would make no difference.
It is more than wonderful that I had a NEW doc, Klein, who did a low tech test that showed him that my eye was contracting according to how he moved a small simple flashlight. None of the others, two eye doctors, or my former neurologist was able to tell?
Any-who, for fear of beating this proverbial, 'dead horse' to death again, let me remind all of you as well as myself the motivation for tonight's question that truly needs a very special suitable answer.
And a delay in the celebration is most important too, since my magical mystical eye with the sight is still healing and looks that way...
I suppose allowing it to go and just accept the tremendous fact that I can see now and well with both eyes is just something to be grateful for, without any hoopla, but for some reason it feels that it's taking this wonderful thing for granted, ya know?
I'm by no means religious, and anyone who knows me will tell you that, but for some reason it just seems it should be respected with some acknowledgement, ya know?
Too many milestones in life we might forget if we didn't honor their happening in some way, as if caring is just as important as what did occur too.
It's human.
And so even if no one answers me as many don't, I will try to not let this very important thing in my life not be forgotten.
So on that note of some note, allow me to be the very first to wish all of you a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?