|Gift from my brother and sister-in-law to celebrate my successful surgery. My favorite color of flower, especially roses.|
I've had more surgery on my eye. Last year the retina detached. I noticed a shadow near my nose, three days before the death of my husband, and then watched as what appeared to be pond water started seeping in, a little more every day. Three days after the Celebration of Life, I was in having emergency surgery to re-attach the retina.
I've had the same ophthalmologist in Santa Barbara for nearly thirty-five years and trust him completely. He arranged for a retinal surgeon that he trusted and the surgeon managed to get the retina to completely re-attach. (I helped by going above-and-beyond on the face-down orders for nine days, and wasn't it fun trying to get the finances understood and under control in that position.)
I have a family history that includes these things, but I've also read that sometimes an injury can cause a weak spot that will take years to finally give up the fight. I remember 37 years ago I took a racquetball to that eye, so hard that even with protective goggles I could feel the ball collapse into the eye. So maybe that finally made itself known.
A side effect of the trauma of inter-ocular surgery is that a cataract could bloom. I'd had one developing in that eye for fifteen years and bloom it did. I was to the point where I really couldn't use that eye for anything, and got the all clear from the retinal surgeon for the ophthalmologist to do a lens replacement.
That was yesterday. I had my follow-up appointment this morning and the ophthalmologist announced the status as "lovely."
Yes, it is. My world is crystal clear colors. I still have healing to do, but the two eyes are already working better together, which hasn't been the case for about a year.
Simply thrilled and grateful.