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| Lelouch... |
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Traumatic Cataract Disappears
By Margaret Downie.
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This patient was first seen on October 18, 1920, when her vision in
the right eye was 20/100 and in the left 14/200. She had compound
myopic astigmatism in the right eye, and the pupil of the left eye was
covered by a traumatic cataract which prevented ophthalmoscopic
examination of the eye-ground. On December 6, the cataract had been
absorbed except for a spot about the size of a pin-head, and I was
able to see the optic nerve and the retina clearly. With a glass to
replace the focusing power of the lens—convex 7.00 D. S. combined with
convex 3.00 D.C., 65 degrees—she was able with this eye to read 20/40,
and on the same day, after palming and swinging, she obtained
temporary normal vision in both eyes, the left eyeball having
elongated sufficiently to compensate for the loss of the lens. The
fact that astigmatism should have developed in the right eye after the
injury to the left is interesting, as astigmatism has been supposed,
until recently, to be congenital.
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When I was thirteen years of age a bullet from an airgun, rebounding
from a tree, struck my left eye and injured the lens. This resulted in
the formation of a cataract which was operated upon three times. After
the third operation about one third of the cataract remained, but the
doctor was afraid to operate again. I was now able with this eye to
distinguish, with the aid of a strong glass, only the outlines of near-
by objects.
Previous to the accident my eyes had been straight, and the vision of
both normal, so far as I was aware. After the last operation,
however, I found myself unable to read writing on the blackboard at
school. I went to the specialist who had performed the operations, and
he was astounded to find that I had a bad case of astigmatism in the
good eye. He gave me the following glass: convex 3.00 D. C., 105
degrees, combined with concave 2.50 D. C., 15 degrees. Later my left
eye began to turn out.
I wore my glasses constantly, putting them on the first thing in the
morning, and taking them off the last thing at night. I went swimming
with them, and if they were lost or broken, I remained in my room
until they were found or repaired. My condition caused me much
unhappiness, and I was particularly disturbed about the squint. I
wrote to every medical journal that I knew about and to many other
publications, asking if there was any cure for squint; but none of
them was able to suggest anything but an operation. A few months ago I
happened to hear about Dr. Bates, and I resolved to see him as soon as
an opportunity offered. At the beginning of the season I came to New
York from my home in Texas to study music, but with Dr. Bates in the
background of my mind. Nevertheless I did not look him up immediately.
One day in the elevator of a department store my glasses were swept
from my face, disappearing as completely as if they had never existed.
I went to the Lost Property Office, but after waiting there a long
time failed to recover them. It was a horrible experience, and the
realization of my helplessness without glasses depressed me terribly.
However, as it resulted in my looking up Dr. Bates immediately, it was
a good thing.
I went to him with the hope that he might be able to cure my squint
and astigmatism, but I never dreamed that he could cure the cataract
also. When he told me he could do so I hardly knew what to think, but
I resolved to do everything I could to help him cure me. I carried out
the swinging treatment so vigorously that I used to get dizzy, and
fall over my bed. Of course I wasn't doing it right, but the doctor
had told me to swing, and I was determined to do so. I was positively
terrified when he told me to palm and remember all sorts of strange
things, such as the letter F on a piece of white starch, because I
thought he was trying to hypnotize me, but I did my best,
nevertheless, to carry out his instructions. Later I bought and read
all the back numbers of the magazine, and learned the scientific
principles on which the treatment is based.
My eyesight is now steadily improving, and I intend to keep up the
treatment until I have normal vision. I have given up the music for
the time being—my eyes are more important, ten times more important—
and the ridicule of my friends does not disturb me. As long as that
old cataract continues to melt away nothing else matters.
In addition to the improvement in my eyesight I have noticed an
improvement in my memory. My memory for the things I learned out of
books at school was always poor, while my memory for music has always
been exceptionally good. I suppose the difference was due to the fact
that one set of impressions reached me through my eyes, and the other
through my ears. Now that my vision is improving I can remember the
things that I see better.
I wish everyone could know of this remarkable method of curing defects
of vision. I know in the end it must surmount all opposition, but in
the meantime how many persons as afflicted as I once was will remain
unhelped! It is right that we should be dubious of the new, but to
hang so tightly to tradition as the medical profession seems to do
makes progress unnecessarily hard.
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Cataract Number
Better Eyesight
A monthly magazine devoted to the prevention and cure of imperfect
sight without glasses
Copyright, 1921, by the Central Fixation Publishing Company
Editor—W. H. Bates, M.D.
Publisher—Central Fixation Publishing Co.
$2.00 per year, 20 cents per copy
342 West 42nd Street, New York, N. Y.
Vol. IV - January 1921 - No. 1
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| Mike Tyner... |
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"Lelouch" <misa426 at (no spam) googlemail.com> wrote
[quote]I resolved to do everything I could to help him cure me. I carried out
the swinging treatment so vigorously that I used to get dizzy, and
fall over my bed. Of course I wasn't doing it right, but the doctor
had told me to swing, and I was determined to do so. I was positively
terrified when he told me to palm and remember all sorts of strange
things, such as the letter F on a piece of white starch, because I
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It works better if you sacrifice a chicken...
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