Thank you to everyone who wrote sending me good wishes for Dick!
For Dick routine cataract surgery turned into anything but routine. It took 11 weeks but the epithelial defect has healed in Dick’s eye. “You have the most sensitive eyes I’ve ever seen,” his regular eye doctor, who did the surgery, said 9 weeks in when the variety of drops and antibiotics and steroids just kept sending the eye back to square one, necessitated daily doctor’s visits, and left Dick inventing all sorts of coping strategies, like the adapted swim goggles he wore all day which kept the eye humidified.
But for the past 12 days all the progress has been forward. He still needs to have regular visits to the eye doctor and the specialist who is monitoring the edema, but it’s all improving. And his old energy is back. He doesn’t need to rest with the eye covered and immobile. It’s so great to see him moving back to his normal self again.
Saturday I was whining about my new eye glasses. After 3 weeks I can’t see with them at all, at any of the 3 focal ranges. I haven’t been able to do my work without frequent breaks and an acceptance that there will be no detail.
But for Dick, eleven weeks of pain and impaired vision and in all that time only one 15 second bout of “less than” cheery commentary from him.
Faced with far less, my behavior has been nowhere near as exemplary. After all these years Dick’s temperament continues to amaze me.
I resolve to be more patient.
My resolve lasts only a few minutes.