This photo was taken at a place with much heartache.
We were actually outside the clinic of an ophthalmologist last Saturday. The paediatrician has referred Matthew to the ophthalmologist who then referred him for a non-urgent appointment to see the ophthalmologist-paediatrician in early March.
Matthew’s right eye. Nothing SERIOUS, but nevertheless… The muscle controlling the upward movement of his right eye is not doing too well, and as a result, the left is over compensating too. More tests are needed for a conclusive outcome, and whether corrective measures need to be taken, now, or when he’s older.
It’s not about counting blessings, or that it could have been something worse. No mother would ever want anything bad to happen to her child. It’s about a mother’s guilt that somehow it may have been her fault her child is less-than-normal in some way. That her child should be made to go through all these tests, results and future corrective measures. Despite her child bravely and obediently following the instructions of the clinic nurses and doctor. Despite the nice clinic nurse gaving him the Elmo balloon as a reward for being a good boy. My heart bleeds for my boy…