Dad's Angel
It’s Dad's 1st anniversary of his corneal transplant. The entire year had been a bit trying for him. First the recuperation from the operation & then later, picking an unusual eye infection, which almost cost him his operated right eye.
The arduous journey to recovery, the numerous jibs (high anti biotic injections he had to take in his eye). He suffered all this with grit & immense faith in his God. For days he didn’t sleep for more than 1 hr at a stretch since there were certain drugs to be administered on an hourly basis. His is a story that any individual stricken with a serious ailment & dwindling confidence & self-esteem should hear.
Dad has entered a new phase in his life. Being able to see right is something that all of us take for granted. But how was this possible? It was due to the greatest humanitarian act of kindness of them all...pledging ones eyes.
Dad was on the wait list of recipients anxiously awaiting a donor cornea. Somebody had died & his/her cornea had given a new leash of life to Dad.
I have mixed feelings inside me. The happiness comes from looking at Dad's renewed vigour to look around, go places, capture the world in a picture that has high resolution now. Sadness comes from the fact that it’s the donor's 1st death anniversary.
The bottle containing the cornea was labeled with plain relevant facts...data that was important to the clinical world like age of cornea, date / time of expiry, date / time of preservation.
I often think about who this person was. What was the gender of the donor? The age of the cornea which is understood as the donor's chronological age was 55 yrs. Hey! that’s not an age to die !!! What was the cause of death of this genuinely caring person who thought of things beyond himself / herself? Answers to all these questions, I will never know.
I'm sure though, that this kind human being will be greatly missed on his/her 1st death anniversary by all who's life he/she had touched & pray to God to look after this very special soul, well. Bless you dear donor...for touching our lives & living after death through my Dad's eyes.
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
The arduous journey to recovery, the numerous jibs (high anti biotic injections he had to take in his eye). He suffered all this with grit & immense faith in his God. For days he didn’t sleep for more than 1 hr at a stretch since there were certain drugs to be administered on an hourly basis. His is a story that any individual stricken with a serious ailment & dwindling confidence & self-esteem should hear.
Dad has entered a new phase in his life. Being able to see right is something that all of us take for granted. But how was this possible? It was due to the greatest humanitarian act of kindness of them all...pledging ones eyes.
Dad was on the wait list of recipients anxiously awaiting a donor cornea. Somebody had died & his/her cornea had given a new leash of life to Dad.
I have mixed feelings inside me. The happiness comes from looking at Dad's renewed vigour to look around, go places, capture the world in a picture that has high resolution now. Sadness comes from the fact that it’s the donor's 1st death anniversary.
The bottle containing the cornea was labeled with plain relevant facts...data that was important to the clinical world like age of cornea, date / time of expiry, date / time of preservation.
I often think about who this person was. What was the gender of the donor? The age of the cornea which is understood as the donor's chronological age was 55 yrs. Hey! that’s not an age to die !!! What was the cause of death of this genuinely caring person who thought of things beyond himself / herself? Answers to all these questions, I will never know.
I'm sure though, that this kind human being will be greatly missed on his/her 1st death anniversary by all who's life he/she had touched & pray to God to look after this very special soul, well. Bless you dear donor...for touching our lives & living after death through my Dad's eyes.
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
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