When I got up yesterday at 6 a.m., I assumed my usual position on our couch with me on one end and my wife on the other. This is almost a ritual where we drink our first cup of coffee and read the news and some emails.
It was different this time. I couldn't make out the words regardless of how big I made them on my iPad Pro. As a longtime glaucoma patient and as one who has had numerous eye surgeries, I was warned that this day would come. I was warned that my eyes could reach a tipping point where the optic nerves would start to fall apart to never be made whole again.
Well, because of a drain surgically implanted a year ago, my eye pressure has never been better.
Now, it's my cornea, the outer layer of the eye that protects it and which helps focus images which go to the retina and then the optic nerve. Because of so many surgeries in my right eye, I have plenty of scar tissue which affected the cornea.
In a little more than a week, I will be examined by a specialist at the University of Michigan to determine whether he can do a cornea transplant.
I've always depended on my vision. Now I'm having to recalibrate my thinking. I hope to document this journey which seems to be far from over.