Jeanne Ellin: Losing my rainbows and the benefits of hoarding

Banner with Jeanne Ellin's quoteFor some time now my vision has been edged with rainbows and I quite liked them. They balanced the increasing blurring.

Close up of womans face and eyeHospital visit brings mixed news. Not one cataract but two, and a slow leak behind one eye. So two surgeries and a procedure in my near future.

Left the hospital on jelly legs and with blurry vision, mostly due to the eye drops they use pre-examination. Conscious of walking in a very unsteady way and lurching and wandering as I can’t quite see where I am going.

Decide to get a taxi for ease and safety. There is a rank just over the road from the hospital. But the driver seems uncertain of my address. He suggests several alternative destinations including another hospital and, more worryingly, a Cancer Forensic laboratory.

I am not feeling brave enough for this random adventure and exit the taxi, despite his assurance that I should not panic, he will find the way. There is sufficient risk getting on a bus when the destination is a blur.

Not sure how long I will be unable to read etc. post-op so I ask my optician. He says I will not be able to use my current glasses for some weeks and will need a new prescription. As there will be two operations, this will be for some time.

Reading is mostly how I pass my time. Then add in computer use (glasses assisting) and there will be a challenging few weeks. Checked with friends who have had this procedure; six weeks post-op, then pause for recovery and second operation and you have nearly three months.

The good news is that I will not lose too much more sight before surgery and the service is free. How many other places in the world have this service?

I’m starting to build up a hoard of tapes and CDs to fill the gap. Fortunately charity shops have a wide range and I have a tape player and a CD player already.

Jeanne Ellin

About Jeanne Ellin

I am a poet working at living a creative life in a one room flat, companioned by a menagerie of chronic health problems. I began this series of posts after being inspired by two women younger than myself, who, fearful of their imagined old age spent in ill health and poverty, committed suicide. I explore every year as a bonus of adventures, with moments of discomfort or fear, but with unexpected treasure to be found - helped by a sense of the ridiculous, a world perspective and creativity.