Holy cataract! What a difference.
There were objects and people I didn’t think looked so good and then, just the opposite, there were those I thought looked really good that are just … well, let’s say “average.”
And this huge change, in getting a better look at the world around us, came about when I had a cataract removed this week.
And with this particular procedure, the medical people were correct when they promised I would see things “in a different light.”
Cataract surgery is nothing new, but the technology and resulting procedure has improved dramatically.
And although no one can promise that there is no risk involved in the removal of cataracts, I do remember taking my mother to Montefiore Hospital in Pittsburgh about 40 years ago for cataract surgery, and it was an extremely arduous ordeal.
At that time, patients were not permitted to move their head and were almost strapped in to keep them perfectly still and prohibit any movement.
Technology has changed to the extent that even while the procedure was taking place, I was aware enough to talk to the doctor; in fact, he even asked me jokingly to “keep my mouth shut.”
His lively crew in the operating room kept you at ease throughout the approximately 30-minute ordeal and their comments were appreciated.
If I recall correctly, the recovery period for my mother was rather long and the patient was very limited to movement or any type of activity.
But it didn’t take long for me to get back into the swing of things as I headed for the golf course the day after the procedure.
Other members of the foursome included Dennis Smith, Chris Guerrieri and Jim “Cheech” Gallo, and they were amazed I could even hit the ball. (And I admit it was a bit blurry but that was OK.)
One of the major problems I had prior to the procedure was not being able to see a golf ball in flight, and my partners, I realized, were getting irritated at having to watch where the ball went, as I have a tendency to stray from the fairway on occasion. Ha!
It was a joy just to be able to follow the flight of the ball, as bad as it was at times. We played at Chestnut Ridge in Blairsville and I did have a fairly decent back nine, much to the amazement and disbelief of our foes, Guerrieri and Gallo.
And the other major improvement I noticed immediately was driving at night. The glare from oncoming headlights had become a dangerous problem, but not anymore.
All went well, and, with the exception of trying to keep the eye drops on a regular schedule, everything is right on track. Not only are the colors much brighter, so is your outlook on life. I highly recommend this type of procedure.
For their special care and expertise, a note of thanks to Dr. Thomas C. Trevorrow, the operating physician, his staff, the operating room crew, the employees at the Indiana Ambulatory Surgical Associates and of course my optometrist and good friend for more years than I can remember, Dr. James Cook, who originally diagnosed the situation.
That’s it for the left eye. Now I am looking forward to having the other eye corrected and, hopefully, shave a couple strokes off my game or, more likely, find more golf balls.