Martha Drouillard put down the paper she was reading and relaxed in her chair. She liked this room, her family room, with its comfortable decor that showed preference to furniture that molded to your body. The earth tones were subtle and belied her cleverness in decorating a room around a theme she considered her very own. At eighty-nine years old, she was still a no-nonsense lady, who did most of her own yard work, quilted, refinished furniture and mostly was independent and could easily take care of herself. As she relaxed for a moment, letting the paper fall on her lap, she stared out the door wall onto her patio. It was nice sitting and reading the paper. It was nice to see well enough to do that.
About a year ago, good vision hadn't seemed possible anymore. In fact, it was at Christmastime that her right eye first began to fail her. No one seemed to know why and no one was able to come up with a solution. Martha waited to see if the problem would solve itself. It didn't. The endless waiting had been difficult for her but she smiled as she reminisced.
She noticed her right eye began to get blurry and she was double focusing. The first few days she believed that it was probably just a cold, but it persisted and did not improve. A few weeks later she began seeing double. This was frustrating and somewhat frightening because after almost a month of trying various remedies, double vision was still occurring. It was getting harder and harder to drive until the time came shortly thereafter that she couldn't see well enough to drive at all.
By April Martha was totally frustrated. She made an appointment with her optometrist. This doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong and sent her to a specialist. It was her driver that told her about St. Lucy - the patron saint of eye diseases. The new specialist prescribed ointment for her eye four times a day. He said she had an extremely damaged cornea and felt surgery down the line was a definite possibility. Several weeks later there was no improvement, so the decision was made for a cornea transplant.
Martha was upset and somewhat anxious but realized it was what she had to do in order to keep her sight. She made an appointment about six weeks away for the surgery, June 7, but kept praying to St. Lucy and her guardian angel.
One night in early May, Martha got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. She never kept any lights on in the house at night. But as she opened her bedroom door, she was shocked and somewhat hesitant to see the hallway and bathroom all lit up. She felt scared and thought that someone had broken into her home. She stood there and waited but couldn't hear anything. She decided to venture into the hallway, blinking to see if the light would go away. It was still there. She checked her light switch, but it was off, yet her hallway and bathroom were bathed in a beautiful white/golden light that was indescribably peaceful when she was enveloped in it. She felt rather strange but had a calm feeling about her.
After a moment or two of enjoying the light, Martha went to the bathroom and then back to her room and closed the door. She felt an urge to check her right eye. She closed her good left eye and found she could see quite well with her right eye, for the first time in several months. She went back into the hallway but the light was gone and both the hallway and bathroom were dark. Yet Martha could still see.
The next morning she could see perfectly with both eyes. All day long she continued testing her right eye and it remained healed. She called the doctor to cancel her surgery.
The doctor was shocked and wanted to see her before he would cancel the procedure. And when he examined her, he said, "I've never seen anything like this. This is the closest thing to a miracle I've ever seen.
That was over a year ago and Martha still enjoys perfect vision in her right eye. As she picked up her paper again to read, she remembered St. Lucy and her guardian angel and thought, "Yes, that was my answer."