January 5, 2012
Today my son awoke with his eyes a bit more crusty than his usual morning eyes and rather puffed shut. I heard my daughter hacking in her room before she even knew she was awake. All systems shut down-visit to the doctor. Some examining, some stethoscope-listening, some gunky eye goop, some puffs of inhalers and a few hundred dollars later and they are both running around outside creating bows and arrows out of sticks and rubber bands. Just another day in our lives-we have a need; there is a way to fix it. "Stop and consider" the Spirit whispers over me. My son's eyes were painfully miserable until that goop touched the surface. Within minutes he is better, looking out the window on our drive home. I can't imagine what pain my son would have endured 200 years ago with such an issue. Or to make it more real- children around the world this very day have no treatment as simple as eye drops thus having permanently scarred corneas and vision loss. My daughter is a gymnast and breathing is rather important in that arena. Within one trip to a pharmacy, I have enough to pills and inhalers to open the airway of her lungs! She breathes in this weird little aerosol-looking tube and says, "Ahhhh.....that's much better, Mom" What would her breathing be like in another country where children die of the inability to even receive food? How do I dare to complain that the unexpected doctor's visit or the sudden cost at the pharmacy marred my day? My daughter will return home from the gym and chances are fairly high that she will hack all over us and we'll exclaim- "Cover your mouth!" My son will curl up in our laps and inevitably rub his eyes and touch everything we own. They see, they breathe, they have medicine to heal their pain; my what a glorious day!
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