Bifocals and Dentures

Today is just a blog post.

Nothing formal and it’s not full of fact. I didn’t consult my doctor, it’ just me and my thoughts.

I went to the eye doctor today, Pretty routine procedure. I had felt my eyes were getting worse as they do over time and thought it best if I got them checked out.

Turns out, I am borderline on needing BIFOCALS. At the age of 31.

She seemed concerned about the fact my eyes had changed so much in the course of one year. Told me I was too young for my eyes to be in this shape. it’s just never a good sign when your doctor seems concerned.

On top of that my eyes have developed a symptom where one eye looks higher than the other, due to a muscle not working properly. This requires a prism in my lenses for correction.

She asked me all sorts of questions like “Are you diabetic?” “Have you had a long term sinus infection to which my answers were no. She finally got around to saying it can be caused by inflammation in the body.

Inflammation.

Well mold causes inflammation. As well….I have had plenty of that the past few years.

I have no idea at this moment if the the inflammation is connected to the mold, it would require some research before I could say that.

But it reminded me of another doctor appointment I had this year. My dentist. He told me that my gums were receding.

He even mentioned the word…..DENTURES. As in, you might need them soon. Me, the girl whose never had a cavity.

I’m only 31.

He also asked if I was diabetic or if i had been sick, before asking if I had had an injury that caused inflammation in my body.

There was that word again, inflammation.

He said my gums showed signs of chronic inflammation that because they had been inflamed they were receding.

Whether the inflammation is from the mold in my body or not, it seems to be wrecking havoc.

I’m too young for bifocals and dentures and at first it made me cry. I cried as I asked my husband if he would still find me attractive if I have dentures before I am 40. (Of course he said yes)

It makes me fearful, fearful of losing my eye sight, fearful of not knowing what is causing the inflammation and all the side effects that go with it. Fearful of what I will find next that isn’t working properly and a desperate wish to be healed. Totally. Forever.

I can not live in fear. No matter what I may be feeling, I choose not to live in fear. My God is a might God. In him, I will put my trust.

Trust that he will lead me on the paths to healing when the time is right.

Trust that my trials will not be for nothing.

Trust that my experiences can help someone else.

Trust that I will learn valuable life lessons.

Trust that I will emerge with a stronger character.

Trust that no matter what ailment befalls me next, my God will not forsake me.

It leads me to praise God!

Thank you Lord for leading us to realize mold was the cause of my sickness!

Thank you Lord for removing me from the house that was making me sick, even though it was a hard and emotional exodus.

Thank you Lord for a doctor that believed in me and is working to help me!

Thank you Lord for another day, for while I may soon need bifocals and dentures, I am still here.