I think that I have always taken my vision for granted. I guess I thought it would always be there. I never imagined my life without the gift of sight. In the last few weeks I have come to realize that vision certainly is a gift, never to be taken for granted.
If I gave my eyesight any thought at all over the years is was to acknowledge that as I grew older I would probably need glasses. I didn't get glasses until I turned 40, bi-focal's at 45, I was right on schedule. I lost the vision part of my health insurance so from 48 to 53 I did not have an eye exam.
This spring I noticed that things in the distance didn't seem as sharp and that when reading or doing close up work it took longer for things to focus and become clear. I sucked it up and made the appointment. That was 3 weeks ago.
In less than a month I am having cataract surgery on my right eye. Before the year end I will also have it done on my left eye.
My doctor has reassured me that he has done this many,many times, as has his associate. Thousands of times. I don't have any doubt of his credentials. I know he is a wonderful doctor. My fear is in the what-if factor.
Should I contact the Society for the Blind? Should I start taking Braille lessons? Should I move closer to town where public transportation is available?
Am I going nuts? Probably. Am I panicking? Most definitely.
I do know that from now on I will not leave my home without sunglasses on my face. I don't have any of the other factors that might cause cataracts. I have just never worn sunglasses. I didn't know their importance.
I have learned that when you have been given a gift, you don't ever take it for granted.