Or none at all. I'll have to see how it goes.
Friday the circus starts with a pre-op checkup. Monday is the cataract surgery on my right eye, followed by two post-op checkups. Two weeks later we do it all over again for my left eye. I'm not looking forward to the actual surgeries nor am I happy about all the running back and forth to doctor's offices. But I am looking forward to the possibility of being able to see clearly for the first time in 60 years.
I am extremely nearsighted. Without my glasses, the largest line on an eye chart is a gray blur. I have always lived with the little nagging fear that I would break my glasses when out somewhere and not be able to see well enough to find my way. I am thankful that this worry will be eliminated.
My children, bless their hearts, are organizing getting me to and from all the appointments. I have a list. My job is to be ready at the right time on the right day. They are taking care of everything else, including holding Mom's hand because although she talks like she is brave, she really isn't.
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