So I googled this:
Blindness + cure + Israel
Quite a bit came up, some of it from several years back, though.

Ecclesiastes 1:2-11 ESV –

Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, …

Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity. What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun? A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever. The sun rises, and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where ….

Now (78+), humble me is long in the tooth – some got so long they fell out. I use a Philips Norelco Shaver (3 round heads) to keep my head shaved, and cut a long beard off once a year because haven’t figured out how to trim it after years trying.

Still look younger than many in their late sixties or early seventies, but I still look old since my body is in the process of dying. Young women no longer flirt with me, but most call me “sir.” Me now a “sir” so am definitely old. 🙂

For the past 10-15 years or so, each year has gotten better – certainly wouldn’t change these ‘Golden Years’ for looks into a mirror or reflections from a window or flirts with young women…

I have long been of the opinion (although lacking any corroborating studies) that the phenomenon of an elderly person no longer recognizing their spouse or children is similar to your own experience.

All of the pictures on our walls are of our family from at least 20 years ago or more, and sometimes when the boys are here, especially the ones I see infrequently, I have to consciously tell myself that all those pudgy, balding, and sometimes bearded old men were my little boys.

It would be very easy for Alzheimer’s or just aging to exacerbate that regression to the more familiar faces, who look nothing at all like those obnoxious people who keep telling you they are your family!

Thankfully, in our case, we meet weekly on the internet, so their appearance in my “head” is staying closer to reality.

There are some useful things that technology brings us, and the move to Zoom and other apps for virtual meetings, exacerbated as it was by Covid, is at least a small (miniscule for some) recompense for the rest of that disaster.

It’s a race between blindness and the grave. I’ll probably still have enough sight to navigate around my house before I kick the bucket. (Actuary tables say I have 3.6 years to live. Hah!) I’ll have to use Uber/Lyft to get to doctor’s appointments when my wife can’t drive anymore. The world becomes smaller as you lose the faculties to be fully in it.

I’m grateful that we were able to travel the world and SEE so many awesome places and people. And I’m grateful for computers (as cranky as they can be), the internet, and blogs. They keep me “in” the world as long as my vision, such as itis, remains. What a blessing.

–Eric Clapton / Jeff Beck, “Moon River (Official Music Video)”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DWqyYW8tOg

Yehudi Menuhin need not apply.