A Needle in the Eye

A couple of years into the land of autoimmune eye disease, a new doc came to town…well, Bend anyway, which is about 50 miles from where I live.  He was a retinologist, or a retina doc. By this time, I had already freaked a few doctors out.  They didn’t know what to call what was going…

There’s No Shame in a Magnifying Glass

One of the things most of my family enjoys doing is playing games.  We like all kinds, but especially strategy type games, and games that require some thinking.  A new favorite is a game called Seven Wonders. My daughter returned home last night after a dinner date with her boyfriend, and instead of watching a…

It’s Just a Bloody Eye

It never fails that when I would really like to look somewhat appealing, that is when my eyeballs turn on me.  This past Memorial Day weekend was one of those times. Our five hour journey began with a pit-stop at Bi-Mart so that I could purchase yet another pair of clip-on sunglasses.  My eyes were feeling…

A Big Word and a small term

Endoplasmic Reticulum and HLA-B27 Endoplasmic Reticulum is a  big word that I remember from high school Biology, not my best class ever.  I remember the word because it sounded funny to me, like you could cast a Harry Potteresque spell with it. When a conversation became too much or just plain boring, sometimes I would…

Look at Them

Sometimes I get distracted.  Do you?  This weekend my husband and I are headed south to see his family.  I love going there.  It’s in old nickel mining country, with rolling hills, lots of trees, crooked roads and space.  And then we’re going to enjoy an ocean front room at the coast.  I can’t wait! …

Bird Poop, Fruit Flies and Popping Lenses

Nestled above the Columbia River in Corbett, Oregon is a beautiful place called Menucha. In Hebrew it means “peace and quiet’, and this place is aptly named. It’s rich in history, and rustic ambience, the grounds are simply stunning, as is the nearly century old lodge, now called Wright Hall. (If you google Menucha, you…

OHSU and the Sci-Non-Fi Crew

Dread, that’s what I felt.  Pure dread, the pit in your stomach kind, bordering on, “Excuse me, I think I’m going to be sick now.” Entering the Casey Eye Institute at Oregon Health Sciences University for the first time was like walking onto the set of a science fiction movie. Glass walls, glass floors (thankfully…

In the Beginning…was a Steamy Shower

The evening before my life changed forever, I put on a pair of denim overall shorts and headed outside after a long day of work in a town eighteen miles away.  My preschool age girls played in the fenced back yard of our small cottagey home and I planted a long row of purplish pink…

Prayer…does it really help?

Many of my friends have prayed for my eyes, my vision, my spirit over the years.  While I am grateful, I must admit that often I have doubted the effectiveness of those prayers.  One minute I am up because of good news, the next I am down because of bad. Faith is something I have…