A week ago I underwent cataract surgery on my left eye. The right was done 3 years ago and while it improved my vision somewhat, the kind of startling results I’d heard about from friends seemed to slip past me. But this time…..
I’d asked the eye surgeon to see if she could mostly work to improve my near vision. Imagine my surprise on day three post-op, when I held the little container of eye drops in my hand and without wearing my glasses could read the tiniest print on that bottle. And what had been poor vision from my left eye compared to the right is now fine.
Isn’t it nice when things work out? What also pleases me is that the eye drop routine this time around is much simpler than when I had my first eye done.
At this stage of life it seems that everyone I know has to have some kind of procedure. Among my little circle we’ve had two knee replacements, skin cancers scraped off, a case of visual instability that’s gradually improving, and now a friend who has a tiny cancer on her eyelid that has to be removed. It’s wonderful that these repairs can be made to our aging bodies.
Some things can’t be repaired. We lose our friends. A dear woman here in Pomfret, Marge Wakefield, died this past week of a heart attack. When I heard about it I was so shocked I nearly fell into the nearby chair. She was only sixty-nine and the most community-minded, generous, well-organized, smart, good humored person you’d ever meet. We will all miss her so much.