On the 25th of August, I saw something in Josiah's left eye. I was terrified that something had gone wrong. I ran down the stairs and yelled for my husband, Jerry, to come look. He saw it too, and I rushed Josiah to the emergency room.

The doctor looked into Josiah's beautiful sparkling eyes and said the words, "Your son has a cataract." I was so happy! I had imagined that Josiah had been played with too roughly or had somehow fallen and was injured. Just a cataract! He was to see the ophthalmologist the next day.

Josiah was scheduled for surgery the following Thursday, 29 August 96. The surgery went well and because there was also a cataract in his right eye, that surgery was scheduled for the 16th of September. Josiah's cataracts were an odd shape, looking a bit like a propeller. The doctor had never seen any in this shape. My baby was fitted with contact lenses and we were sent on our way.

We had learned nothing bad about the outcome, only told what a great baby Josiah was. He was tested for everything possible, and all tests were back normal. Except one. Josiah's urine showed he was wasting amino acids. They could find no reason for this, and he was clearly thriving, so for now, life went on like normal. I couldn't help, however, feeling like "the bad thing" would happen at any time.