All the recieved gallows humour dealing with my recent cataract surgery was
put to good use as I lay on the operating table entertaining the medical
staff while my surgery was going forward. I wasn't as scared this time and
the whole process was much easier to take what with less drugs and more of a
sense of humour. My thanks to all who contributed to my sense of well-being
as i went under the knife (the surgeon is a Dr. Lindsey, a red-head, so I
felt in safe Celtic hands).
The first I've gotten to see through this new lens of mine was on 1 March,
Saint David's Day, so now I guess I'll have to do the pilgrimage to Dewi
Sant's Cathedral in Saint David's. While the vision is cloudy now, that
clears up in a couple of weeks and I can see with bright clear colours in
both of my eyes. The amazing thing is that with this surgery and the
replacement lens implants, I can see better than I have in 34 years.
If you find out you've got cataracts, have them taken care of. The
discomfort of the surgery lasts a short time, but the richness of vision is
distorted and diminished by the cataract and so easily fixed. My thanks to
all who sent good wishes and prayers, and to my Welsh patron saint who led me
to the light.
M. Richard Myers III
PS I also got the Celtic Fiddle Festival by special order just in time to
help heal the spirit and the body. I'm a most lucky man.