The agony was dulled by the medications she had taken. She said that she probably would have screamed into her head if a pastor hadn’t heard her yelling, “I want to see the light!” and came racing.
He subsequently said that I was clutching my eyes in my hands when he discovered me. Even after I had squashed them, they managed to stay affixed to my skull.
I recall believing that in order to make the world right, someone had to give up something significant, and that someone was me. I knelt down, pounded the floor and asking myself, “Why me? Why must I do this task?
At least seven people had to hold Ms. Muthard down before she could be brought to the hospital. Her wrists ached from the cuffs for days because she struggled so hard.
In an effort to protect her optic nerves and avoid infection, doctors operated in an emergency room to remove all of her remaining eyes.
She clarified that when she asked her visiting friends and relatives how she appeared without her eyes,
They said they saw a white patch (her optic nerve endings) where her eyeballs had been and red tissue (muscle filling the cavity).
