The Check-up


When I was eight years old, I was diagnosed with a lazy eye in my left eye. The ‘lazy eye’ simply put is a genetic disease due to which your eye is unable tosee as well as it should. If the ‘lazy eye’ was not treated quickly and beforethe age of ten, can lead to permanent blindness.

            The optician, after checking my eyes, broke the news to my family. We were all veryshocked. Luckily, the optician said there was a cure for it. He prescribed mespectacles with a power in the left eye and an eye patch. I had to stick theeye patch on the right side of my spectacles, which blocked my right eye’svision, This strained my left eye and forced it to work and my vision wouldimprove and my lazy eye would be cured.

            Two years passed, during which, I wore the patch for two-three hours daily. Timehad come for my final check-up. Now, this check-up was crucial. It woulddetermine whether I would become blind or retain my vision. I remember beingextra nervous for this because lately, my vision would occasionally getblurred. As I entered the clinic, I felt a déjà vu. Being on the edge, myfingers kept fidgeting. In the end, my right hand clutched onto my mother’shand tightly while my other hand’s fingers dug into my palm. I was getting alL flustered and claustrophobic. Feeling fatigued and like a nervous wreck, I walked into the optician’s room. It was well lit and there was a chair for me.I sat down and read the pages the optician kept providing me with. Finally, I was sent to the senior optician. He ran multiple tests on my eyes. The entiretime, only negative thoughts crossed my mind. It was excruciatingly long.

            Seated on the chair, I anxiously bit my nails while he went through the reports. Those few seconds could make or break my life. Then he finally said, “Hmm…..” My heart was pounding.  “So… the reports seem…” Ihad never prayed to God harder. “…positive. Your eyesight will be just fine andnow you only need reading glasses, that is if you have headaches.” I almostcried tears of joy and hugged my mother. I was so glad that I was cured.

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