It has been almost a month
since my last post!
This almost sounds like a
confession before mass
when I attended the Ursulines’ high school.
In a way,
it is a confession.
My eyesight, just as the daylight,
is fading, once again
Writing, reading, driving,
everything is a challenge.
Another eye surgery
is looming on the horizon,
which scares me,
and feeling blue is becoming
part of daily life.
Self-pity is great,
but unproductive,
so is being down
when my heart wants to sing.
It is soothing to hear others say
how this gray weather
depresses them
– and their sight seems to be great.
My life is the great outdoors,
seeing it,
writing about it,
reading about it.
It is agony
not to be able to do either.
Asking for help
has never been easy for me,
and now, I am forced to,
and rather than getting angry
I should be grateful.
I have people in my life
who love me,
who don’t care when I’m grouchy
and who read right through me.
They know my heart is weeping.
‘Posterior capsule opacification’
determines the cloudy vision
that prevents me from
doing the things I love.
I hope that when the light returns
at Solstice,
my sight will be clearing up
and that the joy
the light brings,
will settle in my heart, once again.
Hiking Poet 
Beautiful. My dog Dilly has cataracts (she turned 12 in October) & there’s nothing I can do for her (or afford to do, don’t even know if they do surgery like that for dogs!), but I know that dogs can live very well even blind, as scent is their primary sense of the world around them. But for people born with sight, this is ours, & you capture what it is like to have it impaired. So happy that there is a solution for people!
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Actually, there are specialized Veterinary Ophthalmologists that perform cataract surgeries on any animal. The daughter of my friend Nancy is specialized in that field and has removed cataracts from eagles, horses, dogs, cats, and other birds. She opened her clinic here in Medford last spring. Thank you for your comment. Hugs, Beate
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