Today is the last day of life as I have known it thus far, at least as it goes with my eye. Though my appearance is not going to be much different on the outside, the removal of my eye tomorrow will still bring a change. I don’t really know what it is going to be like; what the eye socket will look like, if it will move the same, if it will be majorly different, or if it will feel basically like my current eye. I have no idea how I am going to respond or how I will be feeling about all of that come tomorrow afternoon, but I do know one thing for sure:
The time has come, and this eye has got to go.
Everything has its season, and this little guy (as I refer to my eye), has come to the end of his. I was telling some friends earlier today how thankful I am that the pressure headaches have been consistently bad this entire week. Every day has been a reminder of why I made this decision, and a continual confirmation that this is where I am supposed to be. Every throb, every sharp pain, every time my eye aches, just makes me more ready to get rid of it. If I hadn’t had much pain this week, I could easily see myself wondering if I made the right choice, and if I should really remove it or just leave it in for a while longer. But no, on the contrary, I am so ready for these headaches to go away. Basically, the negative side effects of keeping it now far outweigh any of the positives (and those are few anyway), such that removing it, although final, still consistently wins the tug-of-war in my head and heart.
So now, dear eye, I bid you adieu, tschüss and farewell. I give thanks for 25 years of globe-trotting adventures, practical jokes, conversation starters (and enders), good times, hard times, sad times and celebration times. Tomorrow I enter the world of normal “two-eyed” people, no longer able to claim having three. You have done well up until this end, and for that, I am grateful. The Lord is good all the time, even (especially?) in this.
Surgery is slated for 10am EST, and I should be out in an hour and home a couple after that (crazy? yes, I think so too). Thank you for your prayers! We will update again tomorrow with a progress report once I am home and settled on the couch or my futon. 🙂
love,
emily
Two last pictures to remember:
A Mosaic 
Will be praying for you girl. I have prayed for you many, many times in the last 25 years and consider it an honor to pray for you again tomorrow.
Blessings,
Sherry
We’re praying for you, Emily!
Praying for you this morning as you are getting ready to go.
I know this post was not supposed to be funny but YOU make me laugh so much. Thanks for sharing how much little guy has meant to you. i remember the Hunting Island Beach episode when he had to set that disgruntled woman straight!!
Glad you are at home now recovering!
love
ms m