Select Page


A couple of weeks ago I was a volunteer buddy for a visually impaired young woman.

We spent time at the cattery at our local Humane Society. Always a fun visit.

If you own a cat, ever owned a cat, or just know something about cats, you will know that they are fiendishly independent and contrary.

  • They do what they want to do.

  • When they want to do it.

  • How they want to do it.

No amount of treats and cajoling would coax them to sit on her lap. To be stroked and petted and scratched behind the ears and more.

Tail in the air Kitty would leap off and go do its own thing.

And for us to stroll around in a cattery what with food bowls and water dishes and baskets and scratch posts was a no-no.

I came away thanking God for my sight. And realized once again how being visually impaired can limit your lifestyle.

She was still on my mind when I went for my own overdue eye exam a few days later.

My eye doctor did the normal testing. Hummed and hawed. Another doctor did different testing. Back to doctor #1 for even more testing.

By now I’m sitting up straight and taking note.

Hey, I only need new glasses! My arms are too short!

This lovely man, still smiling, asked,

“Had anyone ever told you, you had pressure on your optic nerve?”


“Has anyone in your family suffered from glaucoma?”

Now I don’t know much about glaucoma but I do know it’s serious.

I also don’t know of anyone in my family that had it. But my parents passed away relatively young.

And so an appointment was made with an eye surgeon.

Where I faced a battery of tests. And had my eyes dilated over and over again.

No, my optic nerves are just dandy.

But (there’s always a but), I’m on a glaucoma watch.

What on earth does that mean?

That means the good doctor want to see me every four months.

Okay, I can handle that.

However (there’s always a however as well), I have asthma.


Well asthma medication contains steroids. And longtime steroid use can affect the optic nerve.

Getting old is not for sissies. The Captain told me, after I poured out my tale of woe, that if I’d died at sixty-five, I would not have had these problems.

Well yes.

And then, and then, Matthew 6:34 comes to mind.

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

I’m trying Lord. I’m trying.

And to put things into perspective, and because I know our Lord has a sense of the ridiculous, I turned to The Lion King.

Cyber Hugs and Blessings All.



Photo by Ghost Presenter on Unsplash

Get in Contact with Ida