Tag: eye

Post Operation followup, mind

Waiting room
Was asked to arrive by 11am. Arrived at 10am. Interstate traffic is unpredictable. Got called back at 11am, right on schedule.
18-second video: Almost 5am the day after eye surgery. Sitting on back porch.

Decades of moving to a peaceful core minimized anxiety. You know, the anxiety from picturing your eye ball punctured with needles while you’re awake.

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Eye surgery day, mind

Google maps screenshot on a car dashboard
To reach my mid-60’s and return to the exact Motor Inn that started the Glacier love affair 50 years ago…extraordinary Grace. In hindsight, what a blessing to see it with my own two eyes through the lens of an epic milestone and transformational moment.

My goal in life is to be a ‘humble servant’. And to be a fun person to share time with.

dad

In the big picture, i am sort of offended at myself because i’m worried (concern is the better word, but worried is more accurate) about the blogging streak as if it’s more important than possibly losing sight in one eye.

It’s not more important.

But my integrity is also paramount.

For me to say, “i’ve never missed a day” is only possible if it’s true.

i’ve come to enjoy saying it, when appropriate.

Not because it was ever a goal, but because it tangibly illustrates one day at a time as well as or perhaps better than anything i’ve done.

Except for not drinking a drop of alcohol between our son’s first birthday and his 22nd.

And before i began that 21-year streak, i had a streak nearly 30-years long of drinking everyday.

Ps. Today’s other four blogs intentionally are text only.

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Peaceful surrender, mind

Persons lap in a dark waiting room
Same place. Different day. Different seat in the waiting room.

Theory is worthless without application.

dad

Generally in our life, so much work goes into creating a living space that is visually appealing to our preferences.

What happens if you spend decades creating a living and growing space and then you were blindfolded for the rest of your life?

What if the wrinkles you’ve watched multiply and grow deeper, would never be visible again?

What if you never “see” your loved ones again.

How would you see all of it without the gift of sight?

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Loss begets compassion

Eye doctor office
After three hours without vision in one eye, decided to visit eye doctor as a walk in. They saw me within 30 minutes.

Loss begets compassion.

dad

Thinking yesterday about what felt like a possible (not probable, not on the first day anyway) loss of one eye, i immediately started looking for the blessings.

Sixty-plus years with two eyes.

Some are born blind.

Some become blind as children; in one or both eyes.

Others become blind later, but still spend most of their life without sight.

Losing an eye after six decades feels pretty lucky, perhaps even miraculous, compared against common outcomes.

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