A quiet sunny morning. It is unseasonably cool for May. The apple tree outside my kitchen window is snowing its petals onto the grass. “Rumpole” and I had a quiet breakfast, he read out loud of the newspaper to me this morning. It promises to be a long and slowly moving day, just perfect for recuperating.
The lens was removed from my left eye during the third operation. Some light and dark shapes make themselves manifest when I close my right eye, which the surgeon says is a good sign. However with infections and haemorrhaging in the left globe the retina may fail to seat itself correctly. Only time will tell what the end result might be. So I am assuming for the time being that being one-eyed is the short and medium term prognosis. This is fine, with me, because better to have some residual sight than none at all. I can read for a little while now, so that provides certain satisfaction for every day.
So the days pass, I feel better and more hopeful, and am plotting different ways to make adjustments. And most thankfully, friends and family don’t treat me as if I am about to fall apart or must be carted about with my tender sensibilities swathed in cotton batting. This is good!
And I read all your blogs happily. Thanks for being there!