I just spent the last couple of days in Oklahoma City. I had eye surgery. It was called Xen Gel. Xen Gel implant surgery to be exact. It sounds like a yoga move to me.
It involved putting this tiny stent in the back of my eyeball to drain it.
The joys of getting old. The joys of glaucoma.
But I have to say, if you’re going to have to have a disease, it’s one of the best to have. You don’t even know you have it. No aches no pains, only an eye doctor telling you when your eye pressures are too high. Or losing your peripheral vision or going blind, if it’s not detected or taken care of properly.
Unfortunately for me, drops don’t work. My eye pressures don’t stay where they should be. So I have had to experience several rounds of eye surgeries. This one’s the latest and greatest.
I have a great eye surgeon, Dr. Steven Sarkisian, at the Dean McGee Eye Institute in Oklahoma City, that prays with me before each procedure. The doctor and anesthesiologist are both much younger men than I am, reminding me that I’m not getting any younger. I once was unsure of trusting the younger generation, but now I embrace the new procedures they bring to the table.
A dear friend came along with me as my driver. We used the hundred miles there as a time to catch up. I had told her it would be a girls’ road trip with a side surgery.
I did have some post surgery complications that cramped my style. Several hours with an extreme headache and nausea deterred our lunch plans, but after a call to the surgeon and a run to the nearest pharmacy, Zofran saved the day! I was good to go!
We were able to salvage our plans and end the day with a late dinner at Bricktown sitting outside on the patio at Zio’s enjoying a plate of Lavender Chicken under the lights by the water.
Complete with beginning our stroll by watching a young boy fall into the canal to be rescued by his family. And a homeless man digging in the trash for his dinner as we crossed the street to return to our car. We could have given him ours if we’d only known. Life.
I’ve been told by my surgeon that the surgery was a success. He sent me home the next day with antibiotic and steroid drops for healing and an appointment for a one-week check up next Friday. I passed my vision test with 20/30 vision in that left eye.
I’m thankful to God for the gift of sight. Something most of us take for granted. Not me. I’m thankful for all those friends and family out there that prayed for me. Especially my surgeon, who put me at ease before undergoing what could have been a stressful operation with his bent knee, held hand, and softly-spoken prayer. I’m thankful for that little stent. And those who created it. I’m thankful to my dear friend, Robyn, for accompanying me and taking care of me during this time. I’m thankful for my husband holding down the fort in my absence. I’m thankful for God’s perfect timing. For his providing that precious unborn infant my daughter is caring, to remain safely tucked away waiting for my return before he entered this world.
I am not blind. I can see. This beautiful world that God has created, and all that is in it. I hope you appreciate it as much as me.
The Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down, the lord loves the righteous. Psalm 145:8
Love and laughter,