It has been progressing, slowly. At first I thought it was dry eyes–that could still be part of it even though I use eye drops multiple times a day. There are a few other thoughts we have discussed about this–my vision. I am not so much in panic or alarm as I am pure annoyance.
My vision just gets blurred. I can’t focus, I am starting to squint more. It is like getting teary eyed..when the water is in your eye and it makes your vision a blur. You blink and the blur subsides as the tears flow. I blink and the blur is still often there. It is also like getting dizzy–where you close your eyes to refocus. This is the best I can explain.
The annoyance comes as it affects my reading, especially lip-reading. and my balance is thrown off as well. Different light settings can also determine how bad the blurred vision is–my laptop and cell phone screens especially. I have days that are better than others, but I have seen (haha, sorry I couldn’t resist the pun!) a steady increase of this problem over the past month. My checkup appointment with my ophthalmologist had already been set months ago for May 7th; we called in and it is now April 23rd.
This is all I have for you. I do not wish to outline my further medical “could possibly be this assumptions. I just write for a prayer request: that the vision problem can be recognized at my appointment, and if so, properly treated in a timely manner. I depend on my vision, because I don’t have hearing. It has become a test of faith.
Be Thou My Vision
Irish hymn, translated by Mary Elizabeth Byrne
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.