Going blind

Mike used to joke with me when he realized that diabetic retinapothy was going to eventually rob him of his sight:  He said he felt the Rapture was so close that it was going to be a race between going blind and the Rapture.  That was 2-3 years ago.  I laughed.


I'm not laughing today.


We spent all of late last summer, all of the fall and winter and into spring dealing with his healing from necrotizing fasciitis.  His eyes had not been a priority at the time.  When April came and things were pretty much status quo with the leg, now it was time to see Dr. Westfall.  We were not prepared for his observation:  More internal bleeding in the right eye, with the retina detaching between 1-2 as you would see on a clock.  Now that the leg is nearly healed, and all his docs have signed off on him going for walks, we are now walking.  Two days so far, down to the end of the road and back home.  I'm guessing it's about 1/4 mile.  He used to throw 300 lbs. of something on his shoulder and climb up a ladder to traipse all over the roof of a house he'd build.  Now getting down the block and back is a victory lap.  But, I guess it's the victory laps that count the most. 


We have to keep the faith.  We are watching the news and see the world careening toward fulfilling more and more prophecy and then look at his eye, and who knows?  We may very well be in a race between blindness or the Rapture. 


I'm voting Rapture.