The Chatty Homemaker

Unexpected news

Today’s I want to talk about a couple of things that took place this weekend. The first being a trip to the eye doctor, and some very unexpected news that we received there. The second is a drastic change that I made, and am loving.

We have known for a couple of years that Noah would eventually need glasses. The first time we took him in to have his eyesight evaluated they said that he would need glasses in the future. His eyes were pretty good, but not perfect at that time. They said that it would be a waste of time and money to put him in glasses then since the prescription would be so small it wouldn’t be that much of a difference.

Over the past couple of months I noticed him squinting in school and writing bigger. So, I decided that it was time to take him back. They did all of the pretesting, and picture taking, then soon began the vision test. The doctor called us in and we got seated. She went through slides with him and everything was going about how I expected it to. That is until the end of the testing. She turned to me and said, “Mom, lets take a look at his eyes. There is something I need to show you, and talk about.”

She then began to tell me what I was looking at, and said that the macula is supposed to be red in color. His is yellow with some silvery spots. My heart sunk, and I began to cry. I closed my eyes in prayer, and the Lord gave me peace for the moment.

The possible diagnoses

Noah is going to have to see a specialist. We are praying that they will see him, and that they are able to get him in quickly. She gave us the possible diagnoses. The first one is solar retinopathy, which is the least severe, but less likely. She had asked about the presence of a dark spot in his vision at the end of his exam. I thought that was odd, but didn’t think much past that, until she called me over to his pictures. She was trying to determine whether it was caused by the eclipse or not. It turns out that the spot has been there since much before the eclipse, he just never said anything to us.

The next diagnosis she gave was macular degeneration, which usually comes up much later in life, but can, in rare cases, develop in youth. Then there is hereditary deformity. I do not know of anyone else in our family with this problem, though. There is another problem that my brother-in-laws ex suffers from called ocular histoplasmosis that he informed us starts the same way.

No matter what the final result from the specialist is, it is going to take a lot of prayer to get through it. As his mother I do not want to see my son have any difficulty so early in his life. I do realize that it could be so much worse, and am abundantly grateful that it isn’t. I am prayerful and hopeful that the specialist will say it’s nothing to worry about. Either way it goes, though, God has given us great peace about it.

A drastic change

On a much lighter note, I made a drastic change this weekend that I am absolutely loving. I know there are a lot of people out there who think that it is a sin to cut your hair. Our eldest daughter who also feels this way personally. On the other hand I believe that it is a personal choice and that the Lord does not wish pain on anyone. I believe that a woman should look like a woman and a man should look like a man. That being said, I think that the length of a persons hair doesn’t matter as much as whether it looks masculine or feminine.

I had my hair cut very short compared to what it was before, but it is still very feminine. My head pain was getting so bad that it was keeping in bed too long in the morning. My house work was suffering. I was miserable. I am very blessed to have a husband who does not care about superficial things. He loves me for me not what I look like or how long my hair is. I have an overwhelming amount of friends who’s husbands would throw a fit and shame them if they cut their hair. Thank you Lord for giving me to this wonderful man.

I am loving it so much. My head hurts much less. I am not pulling my own hair every time I move or pick something up to carry it. My baby isn’t getting tangled up in it anymore. It looks cute and I am in much less pain. That’s a win, win in my book.