I hauled her to the pediatrician’s and said, Humor me. I know you just tested her vision six months ago. Do it again.
She sent us to the pediatric opthalmologist, who found the cataract and operated on it, explaining that most pediatricians would never see a case and could easily miss it, but that he saw quite a few.
And every now and then since then, we’ve had an occasional blip related to that eye. They saw a cyst last summer, and asked that she come home from college this week to get it checked again. I wouldn’t mind having her home for Thanksgiving, would I? Hey. Twist my arm.
So today, they checked it. A cyst? Maybe not, now. They do think it’s benign. Ultrasound at Christmas break. That’s suddenly a lot longer away than it was.
I knitted away in the waiting room on a lace scarf out of the Geisha yarn left over from the shawl I gave Tina Newton of Blue Moon Fiber Arts, picturing it on the person it’s going to and looking forward to their face lighting up when I give it to them; it’s lovely stuff. As I sat and other patients and parents came and went over nearly two hours, two toddlers got antsy, and I had a Peruvian handknitted finger puppet for each of them. Both of them instantly lit up, as did their parents and everyone around them. They put their fingers in them–a whale and a parrot–and brought them to life, dancing in their hands.
And I think things will turn out okay.