The long weekend with Stefy was a lot of fun. It’s late now, and I’m tired, so I won’t bore you with the details. In short, we stayed indoors on Saturday and Sunday because it was so rainy, but were able to enjoy a fun day out at the lake on Memorial Day. Good times.
Well, it’s already shaping up to be another busy week. Sunday is my cousin Jake’s graduation, and I’m hoping to make the drive down to Napoleon for the ceremony. Not sure if I’ll be going to Stef’s house or not for the rest of the weekend, but even if I stay home, there’s plenty of stuff to keep me busy around my apartment.
The big news today is that my mom underwent a second eye surgery this morning. For those who don’t remember, my mom had this really crazy procedure done on her eye about a year ago where they put an air bubble in there to close a hole in her macula. Afterwards, she had to be face-down for two weeks so the air bubble would stay in place and (hopefully) shrink the hole. As it turns out, that surgery was only semi-successful. While the hole hasn’t gotten any bigger, it also hasn’t closed entirely.
At the time, the surgeon said the chances of this happening to my mom’s other eye were minimal.
So, naturally… the same thing started happening to the other “good eye,” and the doctor decided that a second surgery would be needed as a preventive measure, just so the problem wouldn’t get any worse.
My mom went in this morning for the surgery not knowing for sure if they would have to do the air bubble/face-down thing again. Of course, as soon as the doctor got started, he noticed another small hole, and decided to go ahead and do the air bubble thing.
Anyway, my mom is finally home now, and seems to be taking everything in stride. The face-down thing is bad enough, but since she doesn’t really have a “good eye” to compensate for her blurred vision anymore, she’ll probably have to be off work for the better part of three months. Poor girl!
FLASHBACK: Here’s what my mom wrote about having to wear an eye patch back in January, 2006:
We arrived at the park and hit the trails. Now it’s customary when you pass someone on the trail to say “Hello”. I noticed something when saying my greeting. People reacted differently. People either looked directly at my patch or quickly looked away. Children either stared or laughed. These reactions didn’t surprise me but it got me to thinking. What is the proper etiquette when someone looks “different”? I honestly don’t know. Having spent the bulk of my career interviewing disabled people many in wheelchairs, burn victims, etc. What has been my reaction? I would like to think I treated the person as any other but now I’m wondering. Did I look away? Did I stare too long?
I did decide that I really didn’t like being treated differently. I guess I’ll only wear the patch at home.
What I did realize is that wearing a patch can be an eye opening experience.
So yeah, if you can, try to re-direct your prayers, positive thoughts, and good vibes towards Columbus for the time being. My mom could use all the help she can get.
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