The Never Ending Saga

I have been doing the eye doctor dance with M since she was four months old. So far she has three surgeries under her belt. Nothing we love but always necessary. It's claim to a blue ribbon.

Today we will rush from high school and work to beat the traffic to make it to-- the eye doctor, again. We spend so much time chatting on the phone and in the in his office I am afraid he may want to draw straws to make M a dependant on his tax return. (I mean we eat cake in the staff lounge, with the staff.) Lately we have increased the strength of M's eye glasses, changed her contacts up and down in strength, gone from contacts to solely wearing eye glasses...nothing is working. She has a picture she snapped off TV of "Crazy Eye" from Mr. Deeds to share with our favorite doc; this is what M says she feels and looks like. I tell her "no", you are no crazy eye. You are a beautiful brown eyed girl.

M has a plan for the doc today: she'll take a life of double vision if he can make her eye not drift. I have a plan: I want it all fixed, without a fourth surgery. That's just the mother in me. Although I will do what ever it takes to make her feel whole and as humanly perfect as one can want to be.

This is one battle in life I plan on winning! Sooner than later.