"Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." - Ferris Bueller

Monday, February 20, 2006
I don't often comment about family issues here, but every now and then I'll make an exception.

I know I've mentioned before that my son, known here under his Nome de Blog as Corderinho, has had a series of vision issues since he was very young. The Ravishing Mrs. Cordeiro and I discovered this after having taken him (at age 3) to a Pediatric Opthamologist who basically informed us that - without corrective lenses - Corderinho is pretty much legally blind.

Since that time we've been working with several different therapists (physical, occupation, visual, etc) to make up for the developmental years lost to his inability so see for the first few formative years of his life. Corderinho is a trooper and if you didn't know his background you'd pretty much think he's just like any other eight-year-old kid.

Late last year the eye doctor told us Corderinho's eyes were not developing together - as normally they would. All that could be done with glasses and vision therapy would not be enough and - unchecked - one of his eyes would begin to drift. There was (and still is) but one solution.


All my life I've been taught (sometimes forcibly so) to keep sharp objects away from my eyes. The phrase "You'll poke, shoot, stab (or otherwise injure) your eye out" is one I'm very familiar with. Now an evidently well qualified, board certified, and otherwise credentialed physician tells me he will do the following to my son's eyes:

Detach the muscles on both sides of both eyeballs and reattach them in the correct place so they eyes begin to work and develop together. No lasers, mind you. Just very sharp small instruments. Corderinho's eyes will be horribly bloodshot for a few weeks - basically looking like a Vampire straight out of the Lost Boys, but other than that his vision should dramatically improve over time.

When you're a kid, there are just some things you shouldn't have to deal with. Surgery is one of them. Personally, I'm of the opinion words like Pediatric and Oncology should never share the same space on a sign. Wishing doesn't make it so, therefore life's not fair sometimes - far too often to the young and small among us.

So, in early March the Ravishing Mrs. Cordeiro and I will take our first born son to the surgical center, hold his hand as he goes under general anesthesia, and pray the surgeons hands perform as advertised. Cordeirinho's a brave kid, he'll do just fine.

That said, prayers for his recovery are and will be greatly appreciated.
You're right about words that one shouldn't have to hear.

Prayers abound, for you, the ravishing Mrs. Cordeiro, your first born, and indeed for the Medical team.

In Spades.
How did it go?? It is early March and awaiting a much anticipated update..
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