"I can see clearly now the rain has gone. I can see all obstacles in my way..." are the familiar lyrics from the popular song by Johnny Nash. For a few weeks, I have been singing this song quite a bit in my house. Even my husband is starting to get annoyed. You may have guessed, I recently had cataract surgery on both eyes at my ripe old age of soon to be 57. I thought people in their 70's and beyond had this surgery. Well, I never fall into the norm of things anyway.
I knew my vision was worsening for a few years, but these past six months have proven to show a steady decline. In our house when my husband and I watch TV shows on our rather "large" TV, he puts on the closed caption because he has annoying tinnitus which leaves him hard of hearing, and I couldn't even read the darn words because everything was blurry. I was squinting and asking him to read the dialogue, and he was turning up the volume which became way toooo loud on commercials. What fun. If this doesn't sound like the old folks home, I don't know what does.
After another trip to my eye doctor, I basically couldn't read the first line below the big E clearly. Ok, time for cataract surgery. I must report that both procedures went smoothly, and the result is nothing short of a miracle. My world is beautiful and bright, and now I only need "readers" to see up close. After a trip to the local pharmacy, I am the proud owner of at least 5 different styles of readers and 2 sunglasses that actually look nice instead of the geeky huge "fit over" the glasses! That shopping trip was the most fun I have had this entire pandemic! Well, maybe that is a slight exaggeration. I can even wear my clip on anti-migraine glare lenses over one of my readers for computer work. Win win for sure! Moral of this long story---do not hesitate to have cataract surgery done if you need it. You won't be disappointed.
My March Madness has not been one of watching basketball. Instead I have had one procedure after another and lots of appointments and much coming to terms with my aging body on several different levels. Mostly all the medical "stuff" has been worked out for which I am very grateful. It has really left me extra tired on top of already being tired from chronic M. As I said to my friend recently, I feel like my body and mind are constantly in a weird game of "whack-a-mole" that never really ends. At one season or another in our lives, we are all bound to feel this way, I guess.
This brings me to the end of March and ready to bunny hop into April as now I can see all of God's creation even more brightly than before. I love the rebirth of Spring as I watch the the buds burst forth, hear the birds tweeting sweetly, and feel the warm sunshine on my face.
This is Holy Week for those who celebrate the Easter Season. We are slowly returning to church to partake of the sacraments and worship together. What a feeling of fulfillment after a long, hard year to say the very least.
Wishing all of you a glorious Easter celebration along with the beauty of Spring which always holds hope for better days ahead. My husband and I are fully vaccinated now which feels pretty good, I must say. I am exhaling now with greater ease...
Remember to take good care of yourself so you can offer your love and kindness to this hurting world. Be well and safe, my friends.
