Strange how the eyes can reveal the soul, and tell stories the body cannot. Mrs Marcus would not let me see hers — and I needed to, to know how to treat her.
She sat in my recliner with her hands folded over her large protruding abdomen, occasionally looking up at me as I asked her questions. The rest of her body was thin and emaciated, her face hollowed out by the loss of tissue and her eyes sunken into her head. The body emaciated by disease is not a pretty sight, but sometimes the eyes show a different story. Strange how the eyes can reveal the soul and tell stories that may not be obvious when one looks at the body. I have seen the body dying but the eyes were still full of life. I have seen the body full of pain but the eyes showed thankfulness for one’s presence rather than the suffering of pain. I have seen strong healthy bodies but the eyes revealed the helplessness of a little child.
