Yesterday started off early. In actuality, it began the night before to get Ryan ready to go to the retina specialist.
That previous night I had to partially dismantle Ryan’s lift and his wheelchair to fit it into a friend’s van. This friend is a women, and that’s important for later in my post. She is a card-carrying member of “Sue’s Crew”, and this means she qualifies as the nicest women in the world (along with the other’s in the group, all angelic… it’s a multiple tie). Anyhow, we had it all loaded up that night and would meet outside the doctor’s building in the morning. Sue pulled everything together for his “Go Bag” (which is more of a suitcase) and had it ready on the table for me.
The following morning the ambulance transport arrived when scheduled to arrive at 7:15. Ryan’s eye doctor, Dr. Hinkle (a.k.a. the nicest man in the world), got to our home at the same time to put drops in Ryan’s eyes to dilate them to ready him for the exam. They literally walked in together. This was amazing for Dr. Hinkle to do this prep because it meant we didn’t need to do this at the doctor’s office and then wait for the effect.
When we arrived at the doctor’s building our friend was waiting with Ryan’s lift and wheelchair. I reassemble these in the parking lot as the EMTs unloaded Ryan from the ambulance. We hit a slight snag when the lift’s wheels were too large to fit under the stretcher’s frame, but was able to work around it enough to slip the sling straps on. I transferred Ryan into his wheelchair and off we went. The ambulance crew stayed outside to watch the lift.
Dr. Hinkle met up with me and Ryan and we went into the office. Now, here’s where knowing our other friend is a women comes in to the story. She and Dr. Hinkle were there at the same time. The nicest man in the world was with (one of) the nicest women in the world. It made me long for my lost faith that there is a heaven. I swear, I was wondering if they could see demons sitting on my shoulders. I was surrounded by an aura of goodness. It made me wonder (not for the first time either)…
Could this possibly result in an immaculate conception?
I guess we’ll all need to wait until April of next year to see if a child is born with a halo.
Back to Ryan’s examination. It was a good report (well, as good as it could be). Remember, the was a concern that the retina was damaged caused by the magnitude of the beating and the extreme forces to his head. It was not likely, but still possible. From what the doctor could see with Ryan’s eyes in an upward gaze (the superior portion of the retina), it is attached in both eyes. This means we know exactly how to approach the next step; a partial tarsorrhaphy, as opposed to a full one. We are doing this operation to protect his eyes from drying (or even melting) and causing even more irreversible damage. A partial tarsorrhahpy means the corners of Ryan’s eyes will be stitched to close the lids to slits, like when looking at the sun. If the retina would have detached then we planned a reattachment and the eye(s) sewn completely shut while it healed, thereby eliminating any hope of visual input he might be getting. Even a partial tarsorrhaphy might be too much because Ryan’s eyes often are not down and centered, but it worth’s a shot.