It's been a little more than two weeks since I had major surgery on my right eye to deal with a implanted lens that keeps falling off its anchors.
In the process of this experience during the past seven plus years, I've learned a lot. The first time it happened, it was intimidating when I had double vision that wouldn't go away. Then it was reattached and I took a "stuff happens" kind of attitude.
Then from late 2012 to this year, it happened four more times. In the process, I was examined by more than a dozen ophthalmologists from various sub-specialities and had a surgery after each time it happened. Along the way, I had a retinal detachment.
This process made me acutely aware of the importance of my vision and how being able to see is not overrated.
I don't know what the future will bring for my eyesight, but I have it now and it's getting closer to normal.
I was reminded this past week of how thankful I am to be able to see when my wife and I went to Horrock's Farm Market on the edge of the Lansing area.
The mountains and variety of multi-colored fruit caught my attention right off and so did their shapes. I hated geometry in high school. But walking through the store, all I saw was shapes of all kinds and lots of color.
Thank-you God for the vision that I have right now.