Freedom from eye disease

Several years ago, while our daughter was in the tenth grade, we learned from her that she was having difficulty seeing the chalkboard at the front of the class. She explained that when she looked directly at the board, or anything for that matter, she could only see with her peripheral vision and the area in the center of her vision was fuzzy. That evening I discussed the problem with my husband, who is not a Christian Scientist, and a decision was made to take our daughter to a local optometrist to have her eyes examined. I was grateful then, and continue to be grateful, that my husband and I can respect each other’s thoughts on healing and make important decisions together.

When we called the optometrist to set up an appointment and described the situation, he wanted to see our daughter immediately. As a result of that appointment, he said we should take her right away to a well-known facility for eyes in the city. When we called to make the appointment, they, too, wanted to see her immediately, so we drove there the next day. After an examination, a diagnosis was made of a degenerative eye disease. A doctor outlined what that meant and described possible physical causes. What I remember the most is that he used the word stress. He recommended that we return for a follow-up visit in a couple of weeks so he could look at my daughter’s eyes again. 

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