My ability to focus my eyes together (binocular vision) is declining drastically. My eye doctor has prescribed therapeutic exercises.

Step away from Google, Betsy. My eyes when through a period of not focusing correctly when I was tired and after a few months of doing the exercises, it went away. That was years ago. Did he give you the exercise where you focus on a pencil at arm's length and then bring it towards your nose?

I'm one to talk, though. These days every little twinge can send me into "OMG I'm going to die."

Did he give you the exercise where you focus on a pencil at arm's length and then bring it towards your nose?

Yip.

Thanks for the reassurance.

So those kinds of exercises will strengthen the eye muscles, not just stress them further? Oh, good.

Anyway, the reason for this post. I need some serious medical test and sanity ~ma. Tomorrow morning Hubby gets an endoscopy to check out what his cardiologist described as a shadow he saw on the last chest X-ray. Doc got very vague when asked what that shadow might be. Hubby said, "You're thinking cancer, aren't you." Doc has known Hubby for a few years now and didn't confirm or deny, but his non-confirmation/denial had a bit of "I'm glad I have a smart patient" involved.

He had a bout of colon cancer, but that got taken care of more than five years ago and he's been clean. With the constant care he's under, anything they spot now should be fairly small--hell, it could be benign, it could have been just a shadow and there's nothing there. But his coping mechanisms are starting to fray a bit, and we could use some good news. Interestingly, esophogeal cancer can interfere with heart function. Damned interconnectivity.

Oh, and if everything turns out hunky dory here, we're scheduled for more spinal surgery in July, and there's some arthroscopic surgery they're going to try next to try and get his arrhythmia dealt with. Scary, but it could mean that he'd be *better*. I'd give a lot for that.

So, think of us come 6:30 AM Mountain Time.

Connie, I'll be awake and sending the ma.

Much ~ma headed your way, Connie.

Oh connie, all the health in the world to your dh (and you) and peace of mind, too.

Oh, Connie. I'm going to have to give the universe a talking-to again. I'll be thinking of you both.

connie, much health~ma headed your way.

Damn, Connie. Your DH needs to stop re-enacting medical school textbooks. I'm sending wishes for good health for him, and calmness for you.

Damn, connie. Many hugs and ~ma headed your way.

ETA: MANY hugs, not maybe hugs. There is no maybe about it! Damn fingers.