They were right! (And not crazy.)

Days before Jack’s first surgery, we were put in contact with a local family who had been through the same process.  They graciously called us and told us about their experiences and answered our many, many questions.  I sat sobbing on the couch while I listened to stories of anesthesia, doctor visits, patching, glasses, and lost contacts.  My heart was broken into a million pieces and the whole conversation was a blur, except for one thing in particular that still stands out to me.  At one point, they shared that even though at the time, things seemed so bad, once they had gotten through it all, it didn’t stop them from having more children, knowing that another child could have cataracts.  Well, that blew me away.  When D hung up the phone, I about laughed.  “Are they CRAZY?  There’s no way I could go through this again!” was all I could think. 

Well, G and J, thank you for your wisdom.  You were right (and not crazy). :)



 

I’m not worried about the numbers.  The chance of Jack having cataracts was one is a kazillion, the chances of his little brother or sister having it is a little smaller, like one in a bazillion.  So even though we are praying hard that we don’t have to do it again, we could if we had to.  And if we do, let’s hope it’s a boy so I can get some more use out of all these blue frames!!!!