We are two for two this week.
Tonight, an annual eye doctor exam. Admittedly we are 3 months late. There was the hurricane, and then Grandma fell, and then the car accident, and then… it was January 29th.
I knew her eyes were worse. She told me she couldn’t see the charts in the room. Her teachers asked when she would have another eye evaluation.
She had gone since kindergarten without a new prescription.
The onset of headaches, correlated with the decline in vision over the last three months makes me uptight.
She read 20/50 and 20/70 WITH her glasses on. I almost threw up.
Cowden’s syndrome and its tumor growth, and general overgrowth potential. can lead to the wildest imagination.
But, my husband’s sisters, Meghan’s paternal aunts, have terrible eyes. So maybe…
Then they took the picture of her eyes, and compared them to the visit of October 2011.
“Well, maybe my machine is just darker today,” says the doctor. “But there is some shading on the right eye I think you should have looked at. It’s probably nothing, but…”
Famous words. They usually lead to a Cowden’s Syndrome mess.
Not much literature on the retina and Cowden’s, but then again, there aren’t too many of us – relatively speaking.
Who am I to guess. I am closing in on 40 and just now considering my first pair of reading glasses – right on time.
I keep saying that I will call at work. Then I spend the day doing my best to put out out small fires.
And all of a sudden its time to go. Off to another appointment.
Tomorrow I will call the “retinologist.” Who knew? Thursday we will see the dentist.
Two glasses of wine tonight, and I feel like I have been beat. What a day. Early to bed – no doubt.
“It’s probably nothing, but….”
Just in case I should rest up.