Re: Congenital Blindness Relieved
Neil Brooks
> Stories from the Clinic
Stories are nice. Perhaps you should try faith.vision.
This being a science-based newsgroup, though, we're partial to
evidence.
Got any?
You're an idiot. You know that ... right?
Over the years, and on the various vision-based websites, there have
been NUMEROUS ill-reasoned adolescent Otis Brown courtesans like
yourself.
Oh, they are rabid and tenacious, like yourself, but ... after a
period of time ... they realize that he hasn't helped them ... at ...
all.
And they fade away.
As you will.
And I'll still be here :-)
Happy New Year, you puerile and ignorant little moron !!!
^_^
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Stories from the Clinic
23: Congenital Blindness Relieved
By Emily C. Lierman
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It is a pleasure to be able to publish the following report of the
relief of congenital blindness involving not only cataract but disease
of the retina. According to the accepted teachings of ophthalmology
there would have been no relief for this child, and he would have been
condemned to a life of blindness, a burden to himself, his family and
the state.
——
One day about a year ago there came to our clinic a little boy of
three bearing the picturesque name of Jocky. A man and woman on the
last lap of life's journey accompanied him, and I learned later they
were his grandparents, his father and mother having died of influenza
when he was a baby. As they held the child's hands and waited very
patiently for Dr. Bates to speak to them, they both looked very sad
indeed.
After the Doctor had examined the boy's eyes, he called to me and
asked me to watch very carefully to see if the little fellow would
follow his hand as he passed it from side to side very close to the
eyes. Poor Jocky paid no attention whatever to the proceedings, for he
did not see the hand at all. He could not see anything. He was blind,
and had been so from birth. Breathlessly the grandmother exclaimed:
"Isn't there no hope at all, Doctor, please? Oh, say there is!"
Poor woman! There seemed very little room for hope. The child's
pupils were filled with a white mass plainly visible to the naked eye,
and Dr. Bates said that there must have occurred before birth an
inflammation of the iris and the interior coats of the eyeball. This
had not only caused the formation of the cataracts, but had destroyed
the sensitiveness of the retina, so that the removal of the cataracts
would have done no good. The Doctor did not promise anything, but
carefully explained to the dear old people how necessary it was for
Jocky to rest his eyes, and I then showed the grandmother how he could
do this.
It was not easy for Jocky to rest. Every nerve in his body seemed
to be straining. But with infinite patience his grandmother taught him
to palm and encouraged him to make a game of it.
"Where is Jocky now?" she would ask.
Then he would cover his closed eyes with his little chubby hands,
shut out all the light, and say: "Jocky gone away."
Jocky enjoyed playing this game, and the two would keep it up for
hours. Even by himself, when he became tired of his other games he
would cover his closed eyes with the palms of his hands and go
somewhere else in his imagination. When he took his hands down he
could always see better, and this naturally encouraged him to continue
the game. He also enjoyed joining hands with his grandmother, or
grandfather, and swinging, and the practice helped his sight very
much. He did not know his letters at first, but the grandmother soon
taught him, with the help of the test card.
After a few months of this treatment he had made the most
astonishing progress. The area occupied by the cataracts grew smaller
and smaller, until one pupil was half clear and the other partially
so. Jocky began to go out by himself and to play with other children.
At the clinic, after he had palmed awhile, his grandmother would ask
him to go and find the good nurse who had been so kind to him when he
first came, and he would go straight to her. Then she would ask him to
find Dr. Bates, and he would put his arms about the Doctor's knees and
hug him affectionately. He would also go to a little girl patient,
suffering from crossed eyes, and the two had great fun swinging
together.
Then one day the grandparents were told that Jocky could not come
to the clinic anymore, because he did not live in the district of the
Harlem Hospital. We did not see or hear from him after that, and I can
only hope that the grandmother kept on with the treatment and
continued to get results from it.
No patient who ever came to the clinic was more missed than Jocky
when his visits ceased. As he lived quite a long way off, he did not
come three days a week, like the other kiddies, but when he did come
he was like a ray of sunshine. His cunning ways endeared him to
everybody, while his wonderful progress inspired confidence in the
treatment and encouraged young and old to practice more industriously.
He understood what we were trying to do for him, and tried to help us
all he could. Whenever he saw Dr. Bates coming towards him he would
put his hands over his closed eyes, and say over and over again:
"Jocky gone away, Doctor. See! Jocky gone away."
——
Better Eyesight
A monthly magazine devoted to the prevention and cure of imperfect
sight without glasses
Vol. VI - January, 1922 - No. 1
Editor—W. H. Bates, M.D.
Publisher—Central Fixation Publishing Company
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Neil Brooks
Neil Brooks
dishonest about this subject.
From: http://www.chinamyopia.org/Preventionmagazine1973.htm
"When Otis S. Brown was a young boy, he dreamed of someday
becoming an airline pilot. In fact, everything he did throughout
those early days in grade school was aimed at achieving that goal.
Then, disaster struck, and Otis Brown's dreams of becoming a
pilot faded as he was fitted with increasingly stronger minus
glasses to correct a worsening case of myopia, or nearsightedness,
a condition which causes distant objects to appear blurred."
I'm sorry your dreams were shattered, Otis, but that's no excuse for
lying and hurting people.