The problem is with my right eye where the lens has refused to stay in place and in the process of being repositioned in March, I discovered that I had a retinal detachment. Throughout the past six months, I had plenty of symptoms which resulted in many visits to my regular ophthalmologist and eventually several more who had sub-specialties relating to the eye.
Along the way I had an MRI where it was discovered that I had a brain tumor that was benign and inconsequential to the function of my eye.
For any baby-boomers or others reading this who might be grappling with eye-problems, here's the latest:
What surgery did I have this past Tuesday at Beaumont Hospital in Royal Oak?
I had a vitrectomy on my right eye. Now, I'm explaining this from my lay-person's understanding. The vitreous fluid in that eye was drained. Tunnels were made on each side of the schlera or white of my eye where the lens implant's hooks were placed. Then saline solution was added to the eye to replace the vitreous fluid. I have stitches and can still feel them everytime I blink.
How much pain do I have during the recovery?
This time there was very little, almost none. I was given strict instructions about what to do and what not to do. No lifting. No bending from the waist. No driving. No flying. I expect that will change at my next appointment later this week.
The doctor told me that it could take up to a couple of weeks for the fluid in my eye to settle down after the surgery. The way he explained it during the exam the day after the surgery, my eye was like a snow globe that had been agitated with the particles floating around. My right eye vision seems to be improving each day.
Do I have any fears about what comes next with my vision?
Yes, I do. Last March, as the doctors were getting ready to say that I had recovered and the lens had stayed in place, I got checked by a retina specialist who said I had a detachment that had to be repaired immediately. Along the way, the lens loosened and fell back.
What do I do with that fear?
I ask for God's help to trust him. I could still lose vision in one eye or both, but I serve him and I will live with him in my next life. I have that hope to grab onto. Sometimes, my grip loosens, but I haven't let go.
What about all the people praying for me?
Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you. I felt the prayer and the concerns while I was being rolled down the hall to the operating room and while I was in the recovery room. My wife has never flinched from being at my side. She reflects the love that has been given to her. Thank-you God.
That's where I stand now with my vision. I've learned a lot and will probably share more as I sort this out.
