This book is a story of how one person can make a difference in people's lives. We hear stories of doctors making a difference in the lives of patients, but Kay has made a difference in my life, and my patients! -Dr Suman S. Thapa. MBBS. MS. Ph.D Tilganga Inst of Ophthalmology. Head of N.G.E.C. A WISH FROM TRICIA LA VOICE For you, I Wish Your Vision to Make a Difference The land was decorated in brilliant colors of the earth. Mountain tops reaching for the heavens, stones bursting in emerald greens, ruby reds and sparkling blues, yet darkness was all to be seen by many. Miles away, a young women laid with color in one eye, darkness in the other, but an ability to see her power in both. Lightness, stillness and patience . . . remain calm, find your vision. The people wore grand smiles on their faces and twinkles in their eyes. Clothed in colors of the rainbow, yet darkness was all to be seen by many. Miles away, a young women faced the life that challenged her, determined not to be defeated. Lightness, stillness and patience . . . remain calm . . . find the vision God granted you. A disease, so capable to reverse, forged forward. Silence and ignorance feeding its hunger, robbed the beauty from so many. Yet miles away a woman of perseverance, courage and compassion dared to make a difference and found her vision. A woman capable of seeing the light, remaining still and patient, found her vision by giving others their vision. The land holds endless beauty. The people are endlessly beautiful. Beauty now seen by all. For you, I Wish your vision to make a difference . . . -Tricia La Voice It is a truly uplifting story. Most of us spend our lives thinking of only taking care of ourselves and our immediate loved ones. Some people go that one step further, and do great things for others. Kay is one of those rare individuals, who have made a real difference to the lives of others. She had a vision, and it was her mental st
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By Kay WallsBALBOA PRESS
Copyright © 2012 Kay Walls
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4525-0693-7Chapter One
ON LOSING AN EYE
We were living in Adelaide. We had recently returned from Queensland where I had been seeing a faith healer. He was going to help me regain my health, working mainly on my eyes and my legs. He was a big man who would stand behind me shaking his hands about five inches from my head for about ten minutes. After that, I would go to another person in his clinic for a massage. The treatment helped my legs, but not my eyes.
Life was near perfect. Perfect home in trendy suburb, beautiful daughter, lots of friends and dinner parties, art exhibitions, fashionable clothes, nice 4 wheel drive, wonderful garden with lots of flowers and fruit trees, even some vegetables, also lots of wild raspberries. I really enjoyed cooking regularly for family and friends, and I loved my very talented husband. There was lots of overseas travel, as well as a very friendly black poodle. What more could I want? Life was near perfect.
"Do not even go home. Go directly to hospital," my Ophthalmologist said. Within two hours, he operated on me. He removed my right eye because they could not stop the bleeding. I still had one good eye, for which I thank God every day. The pain was so intense the Doctor said my eye had to be removed to stop the bleeding and the pain. One of my beautiful eyes was removed at 2pm Sunday. I did not have a choice.
When I awoke from the operation, my mother was sitting beside me, holding my hand. Where was my husband? Was I dying? was my first thought. My Mother had come from another state, and all I wanted was my husband. My husband was not there. He was with another woman. So, you can imagine, I was totally devastated in more ways than one.
My mother was an amazing woman. She managed an impeccable house, raised nine children, with six still at home, as well as running two businesses. Yet, she could be there for me. My parents would always drop everything if any of their children needed them.
My husband was an artist, very amicable, very popular with the ladies, but I would never have imagined he would be unfaithful to me. Artists and writers are very lucky. They can work anywhere, anytime. They just need to have paper, canvas, and minimal materials. It is so easy for them to work, or not to work! We did not even have mobile phones then, which made it easier for him to be anywhere with anyone.
He was the love of my life.
I was sent home to a darkened room for four-six weeks.
Colours,
Seeing,
Dreaming Colours,
Reading, Food and Wine,
Yours and mine.
Aqua Pink
Love to read and think,
Think of Love.
Passion
Compassion.
I couldn't even smell the Roses.
"You will be blind in six months time," the locum said. "So, choose the colour for your eyes. You can have any colour you like," he said it with a slight grin.
Wine Red, White or Sparkling?
Colours are life.
Life is colours.
Seeing life. Beautiful Pink,
Makes me think,
Sunsets, Sea and Sky.
Why me?
Why not?
I feel so ugly, I look so ugly.
My husband, who used to work from home, now he chose to work in the city, visiting a friend daily. He was with her during my operation. He arrived half an hour after I woke up from the operation.
Still in the dark ... sleep, sleep, sleep.
He is still visiting Laura every day. She rings me after he has left her and he is on his way home, but he denies seeing her every day.
He would not even look at me when he did come home.
Laura rang to say Bill would be late. When he came home he again denied having seen her.
I am woman.
I am strong.
Was this his first affair?
I finally saw daylight after four weeks of darkness. I thought of the Bridge of Sighs in Venice. I now had to get a new eye. I had to go interstate to have my eye made; but first, I had to wear a small eye to get used to something in my socket.
So ugly
Life can only get better.
Wonderful
Fantastic.
I finally found the courage to look in the mirror: "Oh my God, I will have to wear sunglasses forever. Will I ever have another dinner party? What will I cook? Who will I invite? Who cares?" Nobody!
Food and Wine
Entwine.
Lemons and Lime
Red and Orange
What if I'm seen?
Blue and green
Commotion
Emotion.
He just looks anywhere but at me. I put my small plastic eye on his pillow one night. When he saw it, he screamed: "Put that away!" He left. He went walking. He came home two hours later. I did not do that again.
I finally found a man in Melbourne who would make an eye for me, the right size and colour. He was the only one making eyes in Australia at the time. I was finally starting to feel better about myself. He was such a compassionate caring person. First he made a mould, then coloured it to match my good eye. He had a huge palette of colours, all shades, very interesting to watch. He then put the red bits in with very fine wool. His hands were very steady, and the finished plastic eye was perfect. I received lots of comments on how good it was, all complimentary.
Will tears come through?
I worked hard at mind over matter, being positive all the time. I could not claim medical benefits for the eye. "It's only cosmetic," the authorities said!
Yet, you could claim medical benefits for breast implants for men . . . Now to live again.
Let's enjoy, Friends, Family, Flowers, Dinners, Wine, Food, Colours, Sunsets, Blue, Yellow and Black, Sun, Sea and Cognac.
I loved them all.
Everything in life has a purpose.
You only get what God knows you can handle.
Everything in life is a learning experience, and tomorrow life gets better and better.
I can now look at myself in the mirror again.
My ophthalmologist said "Your vision is better than most people can see with two eyes." This became my daily affirmation.... mind over matter. Being positive has always worked for me. I have always been an optimist.
I am a firm believer in God, prayer, meditation, and mind powers. These things have kept me going all these years.
During the next twenty years after my divorce, I worked seven days a week and most nights to get myself out of debt and to take my mind, (I think) off the last four years of my marriage.
I eagerly accepted a second temporary job as an art consultant to a major new complex being built in the city. It was a very exciting project. I was given tickets to all new productions at the Opera, Ballet, Theatre, even the Tennis Open.
I didn't eat as well as I should, I certainly still enjoyed wine because I always had a wine cellar. I worked very hard, in the galleries by day, and balancing the books by night. Eventually my legs would give up, then I was continually falling over, almost every day. After putting up with this for two or three years I would take a break.
Occasionally I would go to a health retreat in the Blue Mountains just out of Sydney. I've always loved Sydney and this is a wonderful place in the Blue Mountains. There's usually ninety-five percent women, we all sit around a big table, about ten to a table. There's generally three or four tables. They have a fantastic chef, all luscious vegetarian food. I would sleep and read, and eat and sleep, and read and eat and have massages. I would do this for four or five days, then go back feeling a new person.
I was reading a lot of self-help and spiritual books. When I read about Jose Silva, I went to Laredo in USA for three consecutive years to do Silva courses. These changed my life. Each year I...
