This is my story. I hope that it will bring you encouragement.
As I woke up from surgery, I remember feeling confused. First off, I couldn’t see anything. Everything was black, dark, and empty. I thought I had fallen asleep in the waiting room and was still waiting for my turn to go into surgery.
Unfortunately, the pain medications that they gave me made me very sleepy and discombobulated. I'm not sure how long I was in the hospital, but it seemed to be quite some time. When we got home, I mostly slept while my family packed up the house for moving. We were getting ready to move into a new rental house. Most of the next few weeks were pretty fuzzy. I remember laying on a mattress in the new house as my parents moved furniture around me.
I felt pretty icky. Even so, I just prayed for God to heal me.
Learning And Adjusting
Due to my lack of vision, my parents found a teacher who could teach me Braille and mobility. It was frustrating going from being sighted to completely blind within the span of just a few months.
I prayed every day for my eyesight to come back. It was so hard to adjust to life. As a result of the surgery, my memory was spotty at best. I had to relearn basic math as well as all of the other subjects. It was embarrassing to be at the same math level as my 6-year-old sister.
Pain Killers, Staples, and Hair
After the surgery, I had lots of doctors appointments to check on how my head was healing. I remember how it felt to get the staples removed from my skull. Since they had to cut my skull open, they used staples to keep it in place until it healed. As the doctor pulled the inch and a half long staples out, the sound of twanging rubber bands rang through my head. The scary part was that I could not feel a thing. I was still on very high painkillers. My hair was already falling out in droves at this point. After the staples came out, most of the rest followed. I cried so much because I thought I was ugly. I prayed a lot about my hair and hoped that it would stop falling out- It did eventually.
Shortly after the surgery, my dance group was due to perform. I insisted on practicing and performing. With little to no sight, it was very hard to keep time and stay in the correct position. I didn’t let a little thing like blindness tear me down. I kept on plugging away, doing my best in a tough situation. It was crazy, but I did it.
Over time my eyesight got slightly better. I was able to read large print and do more things around the house. My teacher taught me how to use tools such as talking thermometers, Braille, magnifiers, and a white cane. I started to become more independent and proud of it.
Trials and Tribulations
This wasn’t the end of my story though. Unfortunately, the damage that was done to my brain adversely affected my body’s essential functions. I couldn’t grow because my body could not produce any growth hormone. I also required many medications to maintain normal bodily functions. The doctors had to complete numerous tests and observations to get the medication levels accurate. I remember having to stay at the hospital for 12 hours straight with an IV in my arm and barf bag in my lap. I must have gotten sick every 20 minutes for the duration of the test. This was due to the IV medicine. If you think that wasn’t bad enough, just imagine being a 10-22-year-old who has to use the restroom every 8 to 10 minutes! That was me up until a few years ago. The situation made it hard to do school, work, or anything else for that matter.
Life Is Funny
My mom and dad homeschooled me for the duration of my grade school career. They were great at teaching me that limitations are only mental barriers. They taught me that I can do anything that I put my mind to. And just look at me now, getting a master's degree, teaching full-time, and overcoming barrier after barrier. The surgery made me stronger and prepared me for all of life's challenges (plus some). It's like they say, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
Faith Was My Lifeboat
It took a boatload of faith to get me through those first few years post surgery.
Here Are The Previous Chapters of My Story
- Blind Faith Part 2: Surgery
This is part two of my life's vast adventures. As if being blind wasn't hard enough, life threw me many more curve balls. It's how you respond to your curve balls that matters. I hope that you find inspiration and strength amongst these words.
- Blind Faith Part 1: In The Beginning
Have you ever felt like a loner or like the world is full of people who are different from you? Well, I do. Hi, My name is Miranda. I am a blind individual who has endured great trials and encountered many challenges. This is my story. My story has c
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