Oh say, "Can you see?"

Indeed I CAN and better then ever in my whole life. I started wearing glasses at 18 months. Itsy bitsy ones. Then as I got older and in school they were those thick as bottle glass ones. They made my eyes look teensy tiny. Lots of kids teased me about that. Some bullied, of course. Those are the things that toughen you up for real life! I hated the glasses and especially the time as a preteen when the eye doctors were trying to correct the nerve problem in my right eye by making me wear a black patch on my glasses to school. Needless to say, the patch would stay on my glasses until I was out of my mother's view. Of course HAD I worn the patch, the nerve would not have died to the brain and I WOULD have vision in that eye. C'est lavie. Dr. Sander was almost clicking his heels after this "experimental" surgery on Friday. To the other patients he said it went well. When he got next to my bed, he could hardly contain his glee and exclaimed loudly that it had gone "fabulous". Even my brother Bill, who accompanied me, was surprised at how effusive the doctor was. He was like Santa delivering a great present that I had not opened yet and didn't know how wonderful it was going to be. The whole two operations in two separate operating rooms took about 2 hours. We were back at my brother's home by 11:30AM. I couldn't see much at the time but I could see some colors and shapes. To myself I said, "Well, at least I'm not blind." I then slept for a couple of hours and upon awakening I COULD see things. As the evening progressed, I could see more. Yesterday driving to the Doctor's office for a follow-up, I kept saying to my brother things like "OMG, I can see the leaves on the trees". Or,"I can read that sign up there, way up there"! It was amazing. As each day as gone by with today being the third day, it is truly unbelieveable how clearly I can see. I promise I've never in my life seen so clearly. Thinking today how devastated I was when the doctor told me I had a cataract on my one idea and the sheer terror I felt when he said I would have to have it removed was so scary. Now I realize what started out as such a negative thing led to the most joyful gift. If I had not had a cataract I would never have had this surgery. Who knew? Well, Dr. Sander in Houston knew. Last November after he confirmed that I did have a cataract just as the eye dr in San Miguel had diagnosed, I began to play in my mind all the scenarios of what it would be like to try to live without vision. If I had had another eye to see from that would not have been an issue. Hence, ten months of worry were resolved on Friday. Thankfully. When I see the doctor on Thursday, I'm going to find out specifically what this "experimental" procedure is called and what the difference is between it, cataract removal and lasic surgery. I was corrected when I referred to it as lasic, so heck I don't know, but it worked. The vision at this point is so good, I can read the names of the books in my friend's library from almost eight feet away! Woo hoo....... Now I'll be able to see the signs better to drive back to Mexico soon. I think I've been living like Mr. Magoo and didn't even know it! Amazing indeed.