Spectators Need Not Apply!

Note: This posting is a rare exception to my theme of coping with blindness.

Do you want to shape our nation’s history, or are you satisfied with merely being a spectator? If you are too busy playing with your Wii, texting your friends with insignificant messages that they don’t really care about, or if “Dancing with the Stars” is important to you, stop reading. On the other hand, if God, family and country mean something to you, then you might be able to make a difference. But this job is not for everyone and wanting is not enough, you must be willing to act. So what is the job?


Defending the Constitution.

Job Title- Patriot


Qualifications- Applicants must be a US citizen, (or working to be one) and want to be free.


Job Description- The successful candidate is willing to become familiar with the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the difference between a republic and democracy and understand there are others opposing your work. The truly successful candidate will also teach others these concepts, and other concepts deemed necessary and appropriate to freedom.

Supervisor: Your conscience.

Compensation: The blessings of liberty.

Suggested training material: Bearing the Title of Liberty in the Latter Days, an e-book authored by Thomas Taylor, which can be found at http://www.theconstitution-ourpoliticalreligion.com/

Does this job interest you? Keep in mind that the position is not easy and too few will apply. But also remember the words of Samuel Adams. “It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brushfires in the people’s minds.”

If you decide to accept the position I promise two things. First, I will lead by example. Second, I will not waste your valuable time. The blogosphere has enough litter as it is.

Thank you for your interest in the position.

P.S. Please visit the blog regularly as I will post at least once a week. Also, please tell a friend about this exciting, challenging and rewarding position!

One of a Kind

While visiting with my eye doctor on Monday I learned something new. I learned that my doctor, who is one of the best specialists in the state, has no other patients like myself. While discussing treatment options (the lack thereof) he indicated that he had a few Styklers patients (Styklers syndrome is the condition that affected my eyes.) and had treated hundreds of patients with macular edema, (The condition that is currently causing my remaining vision to deteriorate.) he has never treated anyone with both problems. This means he has nothing to compare treatments too. The situation is further complicated by his inability to take an accurate picture of my retina. (Since the central part of my vision is messed up, I cannot focus on the “crosshairs” while looking into the machine that photographs my retina.) The bottom line is that the one possible treatment, not covered by my insurance, probably would not suppress the fluid leaking underneath my retina and definitely would not reverse the damage already done. He advised us to go home and discuss our options. I didn’t bother scheduling a return appointment. The upside is that I asked my doctor to send me some pictures of my retina taken during my previous visit. He has to print and mail them to me. He can’t just email them because of HIPA. I will post them on the blog when I get them.

Teri

I am so very sad right now. Tom had an eye appointment yesterday, with one of the best retina specialists in our state, his doctor. Neither of us went with big expectations, but we were both hoping….. The appointment was basically a recap of the appointment in February, but this time we were not in shock, the doctor was more together (how difficult it must have been for him to tell us), I didn’t cry, and we did not make another appointment. Afterwards to drown our sorrow we went and got ice cream, I felt better after a hot fudge sundae and Tom his chocolate shake. It was painful to watch him deep in thought, and imagine how he was feeling. We talked about how it could be so much worse, and the great life that we have. Tom seems to be handling this experience well, even slept better last night. Not sure why yesterday/today is such a trauma, we have been dealing with this since February. One thing that stood out in my mind was the little children we saw at the doctor's office. The waiting room was mostly full of elderly people, Tom and then occasionally a child. I told Tom he knew how those little children felt (because his eye problems started when he was a child), and he could talk to them or anyone and share his experience and hope.