Getting older does not have many up-sides. Looking for them is like panning for gold: You have to sift through a lot of water and dirt in that mountain stream before a nugget flashes in the pan. But at least gold is worth something. If and when you do think you have found one redeeming aspect of old age, you still have to spin it in every direction until you can twist it to your advantage. Indeed, it’s extremely rare to find a side effect of aging that can be spun so successfully that you wind up seeing yourself in better shape than when you were young. But bingo! I have just discovered one and it’s a real winner. A simple operation, well, two to be exact, can change the way you see your world. And I mean that quite literally.
I’ve just experienced those two painless little operations that removed my cataract damaged lenses. In days of yore, having them treated would have left me suffering, dependent on wearing spectacles with Coke bottle bottoms for lenses (…if you are old enough to remember when Coke was sold in glass bottles and what they looked like…). Now I exited my clever eye doctor’s operating room with sparkling new models inserted into my eyes, little plastic affairs that never need cleaning or replacement. No more traveling with contact lens solutions, cleaners and a pair of specs (just in case). It was a pleasure clearing the clutter off my bathroom shelf.
Before the operation I was counting the days until I would be healed. After the right eye was done, I was stunned by the real color of sunlight. For you out there who aren’t aware of it: Sunlight is WHITE! I tested it back and forth – the yellowed, muted vision of the world through the old lens, then the the same scene bathed in pristine white light through the new lens. What a revelation!
In the meantime the second eye has been rejuvenated; the jaundiced perspective is gone forever. After a lifetime of relying on glasses and contact lenses, I have now been granted 20/20 vision. With reading and writing as my most favorite activities, I see this medical miracle as a little insurance policy that improves my chances of actually being able to read the library of literature I’ve been hoarding for retirement. Not to mention write the novels still lurking somewhere inside my being.
So if you have been told you will be needing this surgery, I can tell you, do not postpone it. Book it today!
Now, I’m thinking, if I can just keep my own teeth, maintain bladder control and not lose my marbles for the duration of my dotage, old age may just be more tolerable than anticipated. Pretty big “ifs”, you say?