So yesterday morning, I was sure we were heading for surgery today.
There is an earlier note about Daniel’s travails with cysts in his eye (see Note about DYFS). The problem goes back to early August, when the first one appeared. It’s been an on-again, off-again battle since.
On Sunday night, when the dervish finally went to sleep at 10:30, I noticed the big lump under his eyelid. I’d seen what I thought was another cyst growing earlier in the week, and I’d started the flaxseed oil horse pills and the compresses (again), but this looked bad. I pulled the lid out, and there was an enormous (for his little eye) pulsing, black blob of blood under there. I flipped. In mere hours, the clear blister had turned to blood. I called the pediatrician, who called the on-call opto-dude at CHOP, who told her to tell me to watch it, wait, and come in the morning.
The opthalmologist at CHOP I spoke to on the phone in the morning had set aside an OR for the surgical procedure we’d been hoping to avoid with alternative treatments, and I spent the morning rearranging things for the week and thanking God I’d already ordered Thanksgiving dinner to be made by someone else. I told my boss I’d be out for the rest of the week. I told my students to leave me alone.
My mother came over to go to CHOP with us; it’s not far, but it helps to have a navigator, and I was set on opting for the surgical alternative. I was done with the cysts, the flaxseed tablets, the drops, ointments and lumps and bumps. I wanted it gone. She was there to be my wingman. We weren’t leaving with any more platitudes. Surgery. Lance it in the office. Whatever. I was through with this.
By the time we left for the city, there was something the size of a large pearl on the inside of his lower lid, red/black, looking ugly, pulsing and twisted like a sausage. Obviously blood. I told my mother that I didn’t want to show her because if I flipped his lid open again, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get it back inside because it was getting bigger. I hadn’t told Daniel anything other than we were going to the eye doctor because I didn’t want him to 1)freak out or 2)get curious and head into the bathroom to play with it.
When we got to CHOP, there was an opthalmologist and his two residents waiting for Daniel, and they asked me to describe what had happened, and I did, and they nodded sagely, and we talked about the surgery we’ve been discussing for months now and putting off in favor of less-invasive options, and then they looked at each other and donned their miner’s light-things and grabbed their big Nikon and had their ipads handy, and they went to look at his eye…
and the whole thing was GONE.
His eye, for the first time since early August, was perfectly clear and normal-looking. There was no evidence ANYTHING was ever wrong with it. Even the original scar had vanished. And I’m sitting there like…REALLY!!!???!!!??? WHAT ON EARTH??? HUGE. LIKE THE TOP OF AN ERASER OR A BIG PEARL. TWO HOURS AGO – TOPS. MAYBE LESS. WTF?????
And they had photos in their computers – from August and September and October…and there it was…big and ugly. And now completely vanished.
SO…they decided it must have burst and cleared between like 12 and 1 while I was driving him there and he wiped it away and didn’t tell me. Even though he had no blood on his face or hands or clothes and he loves blood and totally would have told me if he saw any. And he doesn’t remember wiping his eyes. Or it was a scab but not hard like one because it was in fluid and so it just got wiped away without any evidence of the gunk. And no one who was watching him like a hawk all morning noticed. They speculated that the drops I’d stopped three weeks ago had just taken a really, really long time work. Or it spontaneous healed itself (offered by a resident). I liked that one; it was very Grey’s Anatomy.
Not one even looked at me like I’d made the whole thing up – I give them big-time credit for that.
Then, they brought in 2 other doctors and a crew of residents to see it. I remained bewildered (and really, so did they, a little). And I kept looking at my child with some degree of stunned wonderment. And my mother sat there, baffled.
But none of it ever hurt him, he doesn’t need surgery and it’s gone. So, we have something else for which to be thankful. CHOP apparently does work miracles. Even they don’t know how sometimes.
By the way, this is the second CHOP miracle/Daniel story. There was another when he was 5 months old. And that one involved in the chief of pediatric neurosurgery (yep, same guy you see on the news separating conjoined twins and saving baby brains) and The Secret. And probably is a better story.
His school, this morning, decided it was a miracle, and they told him that Jesus had healed his eye and they were all saying prayers of thanks.
I’ll go with that. This could have been a very different week for all of us.