Begone!
October 12, 2009 (Monday)
Tomorrow I will have cataract surgery in my right eye. A few weeks ago, I went to the eye doctor in Rockport for an eye exam and probably new glasses, but discovered instead that a cataract is my problem.
Barring unexpected complications, I’ve been assured by many people that “it’s no big deal.” I have literature that explains the procedure and the eye surgeon has explained it all to me.
I don’t remember the year, but I do remember reading and hearing about the procedure that has become commonplace when it was first introduced. It was the “talk of the town.” A new lens in the eye. Made of plastic or similar material. Works great.
So I will have an eye that is “better to see you with, my dear.” Later on, I will probably have the other eye done also, but only one for now.
Why do people have cataracts? Part of the aging process, I’m told. I get that a lot, lately. But here’s a secret: I’m not really getting old. How could I be old when I drove over 200 miles to see my primary care physician to clear me for the eye surgery, then drove back to Houston, where I not only preached yesterday but also, in the absence of regular leaders, led the singing for worship and Sunday School, prepared a solo just in case it was needed, taught two Sunday School lessons to two classes, then drove back to Rockport to get ready for the eye surgery tomorrow in Victoria. Seriously, could an old man do that? And dress himself? And make coffee, too?