See Face to Face

Doctor E had instructed me to read the chart, peered at the surface of my eye, and declared my measurements four months after a third PRK adjustment. August 2012 I finally attained what for decades had eluded me: 20-20 far vision in my left eye.

PRK is Photorefractive Keratectomy, a tongue twister name for a blink of a surgery on a 5 to 9 millimeter cornea. Because my eye was so severely myopic the doctor could not perform LASIK surgery they did on my right eye.

Under LASIK, the protective outer layer of my eye was lifted like a flap to allow the laser to correct the cornea. Awake I was told to fix on a pinprick of light, as precisely directed laser light corrected the shape of my cornea. The flap layer became a natural bandage over the altered cornea. When the team lifts you from the table. Vision instantly sharpens.

With PRK the excimer laser sculpted away the thickness of my cornea that made the world beyond my nose a blur. How much did he thin the thickness? I didn’t ask him. I did read that in PRK the excimer laser beam removes one to three hair strand thickness from the corneal cell layer. A contact lens became my bandage for my cornea.

When the eye doctor tells you to come back to him one week later, two to three weeks later, one month later, and two months later, a patient needs to have the patience of Job for healing. It’s been a cautious, four-year process, and my left eye has been under the laser’s burn thrice. I was awake watching each time.

I can drive without eyeglasses. I walk around the neighborhood without eyeglasses. Now I can wear sweet, cheap Hollywood sunglasses! Hallelujah! Bless you Jesus! Happy Dancing!

Others may not be so willing to let a doctor laser sculpture their eyes, let undergo a surgery, wide awake through each one. But I let Dr. E do it three times.

A gifted eye surgeon Dr. E answered all our questions He assured me that he would heal me.I trusted him each time he told me what to do as he cut me with his laser. By mutual faith he became a friend and spiritual brother for MBH and I. Besides I knew the only wise God directed him.

A proverb says a man makes his plans, but God directs his steps. His directions, the world may toss off as rigid and binding, not trés chic, current, or evolved. When will He stop the suffering? Why won’t healing or happiness come? Many just want to swear nasty in His Son’s name, Jesus Christ. Intriguing how folks around the globe never use Buddha or Gaia’s or Thor’s name in vain.

Do you bless the name of Jesus?  By faith Jesus became not only my friend and brother. Jesus is my assurance, the final Answer to life’s problems. He died for wounding sins. He died to heal. He rose to prepare a perfect place for us to thrive in joy without end, seeing God face to face, no glasses needed.