A Rheumatologist…really?

In the beginning, one of the things that I didn’t understand was why I was being sent to a rheumatologist.  After all, it was my eyes that were the problem not my joints. Since then, I have learned that uveitis is an inflammatory disease, and in my case, an autoimmune inflammatory disease, not unlike rheumatoid…

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…

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…