I can see clearly now

I  look at my face in the mirror and think, this is how I am going to look for the rest of my life.

I wander into the bathroom late in the evening and start to wash my hands before I remember. I’m not going to touch my eyes.

As I climb into bed, my hands circle my face, but there’s nothing for them to grab.

I began wearing glasses when I was 6 years old and my first grade teacher noticed that I couldn’t see the blackboard. I remember being delighted that trees had individual leaves and were not just blobs of green.

The next time I saw my naked face in a mirror was a bit more than a decade later, when I began wearing contact lenses. A few days ago, I threw out all my contact lens paraphernalia. There’s a big empty space in the medicine cabinet that I don’t know what to do with.

All this is a backward way of saying that I’ve had cataract surgery in both eyes.

I know this is now a common procedure, and most everyone is happy with the results. Still, as a recovering myopic, I can’t help thinking this whole situation is special. It’s so about me.

I’m very visual; I notice a detail everywhere I am. I tend to be aware of my surroundings. My new vision, without cloudiness of cataracts and the yellowing of 64-year-old lenses, is so clear that the beauty I am used to seeing daily is multiplied. I can’t stop smiling. This is freedom.

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One Response to I can see clearly now

  1. Fran, I know EXACTLY what you’re experiencing. I had cataract surgery last year and I’ve never experienced such a dramatic change in vision. The first thing I noticed was colors…so bright…much louder and more intense than I remembered. Then I noticed how pale and wrinkled my face was. I thought I had a tan and soft wrinkles. Not so. The kitchen was better lighted as though someone had put in more powerful bulbs. I read my computer screen with no glasses. The wonderment lasted about three days and then my bright, clear vision was something I got accustomed to and it was hard to remember dull colors, dark rooms, and squinting my eyes to read small print…even with glasses. This surgery is so much easier than it was many years ago. We’re so lucky.
    PS It’s nice to be reading your post again.

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