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…

Pick Your Poison

In a couple of weeks I will be headed back over the mountain to see the experts at Casey Eye Institute.  The issue is my retinas.  They’ve been swollen for about two years, and we can’t seem to find a medication that will work, or have any impact for that matter, for more than a…

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! …

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…