Waiting
In between eye surgeries what I was told is true. Now, with one surgery down and one to go, I see better without my glasses; except for up close reading. And when I put on older specs, it is like putting on the former cataract.
Talk about a memory lane not worth revisiting!
What was I thinking, putting the surgery off?
Maybe a bit of ignorance, anxiety and stubbornness merged, giving me permission to put off surgeries. I kept thinking during the past few annual eye exams, “It’s [my eye sight] not that bad.
No matter that lights from on-coming cars and streetlights were becoming more like angels from the realms of glory — even in the summer — I waffled.
It didn’t help that I knew at least three people whose surgery did not go well.
Not to mention COVID; that gave me a handy reason to procrastinate.
There is no greater recipe for disaster than a persistent refusal to face unwelcome facts. Roy Jenkins.
Finally, when the doctor said — for the third year running — that there was little point changing my prescription because stronger lenses would not compensate for what the cataract was diminishing, I opted for surgery.
The mercy is nobody commented on my age.
You may delay, but Time will not. ~Benjamin Franklin, 1758
So, here I am between surgeries, grateful, hopeful but nervous; feeling a wee bit anxious about what the next surgery might “reveal.”
How do I confront aging? With a wonder and a terror. Yeah, I’ll say that. Wonder and terror. ~ Keanu Reeves
I remember reading what Christ said to Peter about growing old —about one day being dressed by another and led where he might not want to go . . . terrifying that verse was — is! (John 21:18 )
Terrifying, eh?
The wonder is that hope of never having to take that trek wholly alone, because God so loved this old world — He sent His son.
So, maybe delight and frustration reflect better what I feel about aging.
Delighted, frustrated; but it’s all tied up with a bow of gratitude.
“One day you will look back and see that all along you were blooming.” – Morgan Harper Nichols
I love red
Sight is a precious gift, dear friend
So is Life, beloved.
Which is what tonight, Christmas Eve, is all about — remembering and celebrating the birth of One who gave sight to the blind, and life to the dead.
O Come All Ye Unfaithful — Look at the World —
Happy Christmas dear reader!
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PPS This is a blog post you might like, with a portrait of the Savior byHenry Ossawa Tanner