I was reading a blog site that I like to review about once a week. It's a doctor who reports his life every few days and shares experiences he has in the hospital with his patients. Today he mentioned a little boy only 5 years old that lost his sight because of surgery gone bad. Here is the quote from his blog:
"I have this 5 year old with a humongous sellar tumour. Surgery last week; they were unable to save the pituitary stalk, nor the optic nerve. He's blind now. Having trouble adapting; crying in bed, whining, screaming. I don't blame him. A lifetime of visual stimuli, all gone. At so young an age. He'll never see the colours of a rainbow. His dog's face. People. The gaze of his wife. His baby. Trees. The ocean. Instead, total darkness."This just made me want to cry in sadness for this boy and all the blind people out there... and then it made me want to cry for joy that my son is normal and we are so fortunate he has the strength and abilities that he has. I should be grateful at all times for this, but it's so easy to take what we deam "simple" or "normal" for granted. I just can't imagine watching Liam suffer on any level even close to what this 5 year old is facing this week. I don't know who this child is, but he is in my prayers. What an adjustment period.