My sister loved music and enjoyed sunny beach days-so it is only fitting to sing: “I can see clearly now…the rain is gone…it is going to be a bright sun shiny day.” Johnny Nash.

As her life came to an end after a year long of chemo treatments the sun was shining through by the Miracles In Sight. I was thrilled and proud of my sister Allison Wiltse for making a decision on her drivers’s license to be a donor. So, at the moment of darkness came a blue sky knowing the she will help another human being.

The donation process made me feel so happy that Allison could make a big impact on another person’s life. She always responded and reached out to people in need by giving to various organizations. Allison did this whole heartedly even as she had very little money.

Allison Wiltse worked hard, adored her dogs, and cooking.  She was often building her own recipes and  hosting Sunday night dinners.  Allison spoiled her dogs by buying treats even though she had no income. The dogs were companions to the bitter end of her life by hovering over her as she was in pain from the cancer.

So, Allison can make it now the pain is gone.  Look around nothing but blue sky!  Allison’s donation has made it so somebody else can look around…and it will be a bright sun shiny day because she made the donation to Miracles In Sight.

Rose passed away on December 5, 2023, at the age of 45. Rose was very vibrant and filled the room with her big smile and laughter. Rose was a loving, trusting, and a giving person who was always ready to give you a big hug.

Rose’s favorite role in life was being a “Boy Mom”. A mother to six wonderful, sweet boys from 4 to 26 years. Rose loved her boys, her life, and her job in the justice system. Rose was devoted to her Catholic faith and lead others to Christ.

Rose was the youngest of six siblings. She had a big family and many friends who loved her and her boys. She invested in people and took the time to know them, love them and pray for them.

She worked hard for many years and was so happy when she purchased her own home a few years ago.

Rose lived life to the fullest and always looked for the good in people.

She is deeply missed by her boys, her mother, siblings and many other friends and family.

Barry and I were each other’s first loved going back to 7th grade.  God saw fit to finally reunite us about 3 years ago. He told everyone we were a fairytale. Barry had a beautiful heart. He was also a talented artist and musician. I felt loved every day. And I miss him so much.

Boy Born with Scarred Cornea Can See Beautifully Thanks to Cornea Donor

Eye injuries are a constant concern for children and adults who participate in sports. But for a young Illinois resident, the threat of blindness loomed long before he ever took to the field.

Anthony was born with compromised vision due to a scarred cornea, an injury that prevents light from passing through the pupil. As he grew older, his eyesight worsened until his vision was less than 20 percent. Anthony had become an avid soccer player and fan despite his near-blinding eye ailment, but the game was becoming difficult for him to play with such poor eyesight.

When Anthony’s vision became a threat to his safety, he underwent two corneal transplant surgeries to restore his vision. Following the operation, Anthony was reluctant to open his eyes.

“He wouldn’t open either eye because he thought he was blind,” said Anthony’s mom, Tobey. “The only way we could get him to do it was to turn on the TV to the World Cup.”

After being nearly blind for the first six years of his life, Anthony could finally see the world around him, thanks to the generosity of his cornea donor and his skilled medical team.

Anthony is now a teenager preparing to start high school and is taking full advantage of his restored sight. He is an active member of his school’s basketball, cross country and track teams; and he has become a star student as well. Recently, he competed in the Illinois State Science Fair with a presentation on peripheral vision.

Anthony is grateful for his sight every day and enjoys any opportunity he has to share his experience with others. He and his family continue to honor his gift by promoting the Donate Life mission and encouraging others to become registered eye, organ and tissue donors.

Story provided courtesy of Illinois Eye Bank

Currently, there is no waiting list for corneal transplantation in the US. In many countries, corneas are not readily available, so Miracles In Sight strives to educate those around the world about the importance of eye donation.Through education and training provided by Miracles In Sight volunteers, our sister eye bank, Dr. Shroff’s Charity Eye Hospital, in India, has given sight to many that once had no hope.

This is one such story.

With his new vision, Pandit has a renewed passion for living. Pandit Ram suffered from smallpox at age 7 affecting his left eye. While playing with a knife at age 9, he was stabbed in the right eye.

His perception of light was there. It was the minimal vision he had in his right eye that has gotten him around since his youth, but it was getting worse.

He had lost all hope until coming to SCEH. Surgery in December of 2010 restored some of his vision. So much so that at age 72 he feels he has a new, second life. Not only has his vision been adequately restored, but so has his social zeal and passion for living.

He is thankful to God Almighty and, of course, Dr. Manisha.

Dear Donor Family,

My name is Caroline and I am the 52-year-old recipient of your loved one’s cornea. I am writing to thank you for your family member’s gift of not only my sight, but also the light that carries my hopes and dreams. Without this incredible gift I would not be capable of composing this letter today.

Before my transplant, I had been slowly losing my eyesight for several years. My vision loss was caused by an autoimmune disorder that went undiagnosed for over two decades. I was in a great deal of pain every day and had lost almost all my independence. One day I left the house not realizing I had put my clothes on inside out! I was constantly running into things, I had no depth perception and excruciating photophobia. Trying to see the world was like looking through a shattered piece of glass. I was no longer able to work or travel, cook, or even play or read books with my grandchildren. My heart was just broken when on my 50^th birthday the doctors told me there was nothing else they could do for me…they said exactly these words…”Maybe someday in your lifetime.”

Almost two years have passed since that diagnosis and today, because of the gift I received, I was able to see my granddaughter for the first time…I mean really see her. My journey has taken me across the country several times and I am at last able to live on my own and read and write (just a little slower). I can take walks by myself and I can bake a magical chocolate cake!

I am having trouble trying to express my overwhelming gratitude, yet keeping in mind the grief that you must still be experiencing. When my Dad passed, I was completely inconsolable, so I want to share a story (true story) with you in hopes that my message of gratitude will be more clear.

“You call me out upon the waters. Your faithful hand will be my guide.”

I was told before the transplant that I would have to wait for my autoimmune disorder to be in “remission” (for lack of a better word) for at least a year before they would consider me as a candidate. As with all autoimmune disorders “remission” is, for me anyway, just another way to say…have your mind, body and heart all on one page. So I moved 2000 miles…to the Atlantic Ocean. I worked on myself and I waited…I even called my place “The Waiting Place.” As I was there off-season, the beach was completely empty…no tourists, just blue skies and beautiful sunrises and sunsets. I felt “safe” walking on the beach although I could not see…occasionally I would walk through fishing lines or a sandcastle without realizing. And it never failed that when I did venture out I would run into that young couple that would ask me to take their picture and I would have to sadly decline. In December, a little over two months post-transplant, I took a walk on the beach. To be completely honest, at that time I was out of eye pain for the first time in over twenty years, however my sight was still much distorted and I was questioning whether or not I had done the right thing. The doctors had all said it was a high risk and that I could lose the eye if the graft was not successful. On that day in December, with NO ONE within miles of me…I walked upon the following message written in the sand.

“You call me out upon the waters. Your faithful hand will be my guide”

One week later, my vision in the operative eye was 20/40.

THANK YOU ALL for this incredible life gift. Because of your compassion… I am a “walking miracle” and my daughter and grandbabies have their “Baba” back.

Fair Winds and Following Seas,

Caroline