Winters near end, a hint of spring touched the air. While preparing for the approaching season, I was crippled with fear.
I emailed a prayer request with concern for my eyes and vision.
It read, “Please pray for me. Against my better judgment I decided to go tanning. In the past, when tanning was suggested to improve the look of my fair complexion, I would sternly reply, “It’s not worth the risk.” Last year, however, I used self-tanning lotions. I gained compliments and enjoyed being noticed.
When a coupon came in the mail for five free tans and all my former reason went out the window. The first tan went fine. The second tan, I thought, “Instead of wearing goggles, I’ll just close my eyes.” After six minutes I felt a sharp pain in my eye. I immediately left the tanning bed.
By the next morning my eyes were red and my lids were swollen. More than the pain I was in, I was embarrassed that I allowed peer pressure to influence me to make poor choices. Now I was scared my eyes had been burned.
Fear and worry pulsated though my mind, “Could I lose my vision?” The thought of never seeing my children again deeply grieved my heart. My tear duct forced out one painful drop.
I made an appointment with an optometrist. He confirmed my retinas were in fact burned but my corneas were fine. This time I was lucky, retinas can heal themselves. Actually, I was blessed. I know prayer played a key role in my recovery.
Check back on Monday for Part Two/Final Part of Beauty.