May at KW Farms- Eyeballs tell the whole story
Two days after Easter I experienced spiritual reawakening at the doctor’s office. After fifty years of the annual ritual of eye examinations, I was offered a new test. It costs a little extra, so they ask if you want it. Digital retinal imagery. “The doctor can see a whole lot more with this test,” the technician explained with the enthusiasm of a slug. When she explained that I wouldn’t have to have my eyes dilated, I jumped at the chance.
Before all the [“Which is better: one or two? One or two?” “Would you do that again?”] Paul Heersink flashed the image of my brilliantly colored inner eyeballs on the wall. The room was awash with gloriously blood-orange shades. There was the black optic nerve, the veins that are dark red, the arteries, a more lavender color, the macula, a kind of pale magenta.
He reported that aside from the likely culprits of ocular calamity I have avoided - macular degeneration, glaucoma, retinal deterioration – he could tell I wasn’t diabetic and did not have untreated hypertension.
Then, as if breaking into poetry, he began translating the language of the eye, which offers a magical revelation into the rest of the body. It is a grand amplification of the flat black and white numbers on paper of the usual blood test. Because the picture depicts color and texture, he could see that my arteries are resilient, not brittle with plaque. “And you eat a lot of vegetables. Brightly colored vegetables, which give you the antioxidants you need for eye health, and a lot of other things.”
I almost fell out of the chair. We go to a lot of trouble in our household to eat well, and to produce good food for others on our farm. This was the most superb validation of why food is important. “You don’t eat what I would call the usual ‘meat and potatoes’ diet.”
Damn straight, although I do eat a lot of meat, more than the American Heart Association advises, I imagine. Of course, my dream come true would be that Dr. Heersink could tell that the meat I eat comes from animals who eat well, and that what we all eat is grown in healthy, living soil.
Still, I was amazed he could tell something – and cared – about what I ate, and I told him this. “Yes,” he replied, looking back up at the blood-orange picture. “The eye is really a marvelous organ.”
For me? I saw God. I quite simply saw God on the wall of that examination room. How could something be designed with more perfection and complexity of purpose than the human eye? It is a miracle bestowed upon each one of us, and it is only a portion of what we are given.
Summer is coming. I believe. That is Easter for me. If you are tending the soil in your garden or on your farm, KNOW that you are living well – and it shows in your eyeballs! They pretty much tell the whole story.