I love the eyes of babies and small children. They’re bright and clear and focused. Their blues are bluer and their browns are browner than an older person’s.
I’m having surgery on one of my fading blue eyes this Friday. I considered putting a photo of my eye(s) in this post but I kept remembering some of the adjectives writers use to describe eyes of the ancients and decided it wasn’t a good idea. Bleary, filmy, cloudy, searching, cobwebby, murky are a few that come to mind. I regret to report that any one of those words, or all of them, could be used to describe my eyes these days.
I was 53 when the ophthalmologist diagnosed my Fuchs corneal dystrophy. He told me at the time that I would eventually need surgery to restore/improve vision. Recently, my eye care specialist and I decided it was time.
For about a century the gold standard treatment for this condition has been corneal transplant. In recent years doctors have learned to do a modified version of the transplant (DSEK). A complete corneal transplant requires about a year for full recovery. DSEK requires only 6 to 8 weeks. My timing is good. A two month recovery sounds way better than twelve.
I am fortunate to have family and friends to help out the first few days of my adventure. My sweet daughter will take me to the surgical hospital and stay with me the first day. (This is an outpatient procedure.) She’s going to hang out with me while I lie flat on my back for the first 24 hours. I have a friend/neighbor who insists she’s bringing food. There are other friends who have sworn to spring me and take me to lunch when I feel up to it but still can’t drive. I might learn to like being pampered. It’s been a long time.
Bring on the eye shield. I’ll pretend to be a pirate. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.