On to the second doctor

The next day following the emergency room visit came pretty darn early. I had to wake Tanner up, and that was scary. Irrationally scary, I should say. What if the doctors had missed something the night before, and he had a massive intra-cranial hemmorhage that had now killed him?

But no, it was still the same sleepy Tanner that had always been notoriously hard to awaken. "Is there any change? Can you see any better/worse? How do you feel?" The words were barely out of my mouth when I tried to stop myself. Full panic mode had not set in yet; we were seeing another doctor who would give us a diagnosis/treatment/medicine - something. Right?

Kevin Barber, MD, in DeLand, seemed competent enough to examine my son. The apparati he used to perform a series of tests on my son were appropriately high-tech enough. I knew something was dreadfully wrong, however, when he used a low, professional sounding voice to describe a finding to his technician. Whatever it was - and I can't remember it now - it didn't sound good.

"Well," Dr. Barber said, "It's not a detached retina." But, he added, he did not know what it was. He said he was referring Tanner to a physician in Lake Mary who was "the smartest person" he knew. 

Tanner did not seem concerned with his eyesight. He was more concerned with answering his text messages. I, on the other hand, was growing increasingly worried. What was wrong? Why was Tanner going blind?