Just a Small Cataract

My eye doctor said I have a very small cataract. “Nothing to worry about now.”

I responded by saying, “No, I don’t.”

He looked at me with interest. I knew he was wondering why I was questioning his diagnosis. I said, “It’s because there is nothing the matter with me.”

The doctor didn’t challenge my denial. He simply said he would check it again in a year.

I didn’t dismiss my response so graciously. I asked myself how I could teach that our bodies are only designed for temporary use and rebel when my own evidenced a symptom of aging.

How have you responded when reality confronts the denial of aging?

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2 Responses to Just a Small Cataract

  1. Robin says:

    This posting really hit me…it has meaning in many ways. First, I too tend to get disappointed when the doctor tells me the arthitis in my knee will be a new ‘reality’. I’m really having to learn to trust in the Lord and adjust now that I have been diagnosed with 2 bulging discs and 2 herniated discs in my neck. I only heard the list of ‘no more…..’

    I need to rest in the Lord, this is because of the fall, it isn’t anything personal against me, it is not a result of something I did wrong.
    I want to have a new reality that does not include denial.

  2. Roselyn says:

    Robin, A friend reminded me today about the difference between a lament and a complaint. A lament, a dominant theme in the psalms, is a declaration of loss. It opens the door to healthy grieving. As we rest in the Lord, as you aspire to do, we grieve, but not as though we have to hope. If we skip the grief and try to just experience the hope are we somehow denying the reality of our loss? Jesus was acquainted with suffering and familiar with grief. I would appreciate your further thoughts on this. Roselyn

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