I believe in you, Little One. I believe in your family who lost you but cared enough to give the gift of life to those who were in need. This I believe; I believe in the most precious gift that one gives from their heart, even in the time of the most tremendous sorrow.
My husband Bob has granular corneal dystrophy. This is an eye disease that robs the eyes of sight; it never goes away & is most aggressive in stealing sight. It attacts the corneas, leaving a deposit like snow flakes or bread crumbs. This dystrophy is very painful with erratic attacks.
Bob was diagnosed at a very young age, although at that time the doctors were so unfamiliar with this rare disease they could not identify it. He received two cornea partial transplants (ALTK) which should never have been preformed on a patient with his disease. But we were at the mercy of experiments with no insurance.
This week Bob received a cornea transplant from a gifted surgeon. A cornea was given from a “very young donor.” This is all we know about you, Little One.
Bob is blind. Because of you, Little One, Bob will have a chance to see the leaves on the trees, as Spring renews itself. Because of you, Little One, Bob may see. A part of you will renew and live with the advent of Spring. And you will see through Bob’s eyes.
This I Believe. I believe in your eyes. Little One. I believe in all of the others your donation will help to live. And I believe so in those who loved you and lost you; your family who cared enough to give the gift of sight to Bob. I believe in the family who lost their most precious gift; you. Little One, and because of their love in the midst of loss gave the Gift of the Magi, the most precious gift of all.
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