Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The eyes of a 90 year old

When I was born, I had cataracts. These went undetected for 13 years until an eye dr. finally found them to be the cause of my poor vision (and continual deteroriation).

I kept living with them, and finally maxed out the power of contact lens that I was able to wear (-17.5). I wasn't going to wear contacts and glasses. I just couldn't.

So when my eye dr. said that there could be a possibility that I could have almost perfect vision after cataract surgery, I said go for it. And it did get it. It has been a major miracle that I have been able to see as well as I have been.

But that doesn't mean that my eyes are "cured." They are still nearsighted as hell, and I have thin retinas, which makes me more prone to retinal detachment. So anytime I have a new "floater" in my eye, I pay attention. A lot.

Sunday on our way home, I commented that I was looking at a new floater in the repetoire of floaters in my eyes. My left eye, right after cataract surgery, went through what was called a vitreous detachment. That is when the vitreous in your eye decides to shrink up (due to degeneration of the eye) and pull off the back of the retina. Sound pleasant? It is. it starts off with little flashes of light. Then the floaters. And then new floaters. And then floaters on top of floaters. And then little pin pricks of black dots ALL over the vision field. Really a nice experience.

So when I started to see this new floater on Sunday, my senses were heightened. And sure enough ... the flashes started and last night was the night most of the floaters came out. It really is a scary experience because as soon as you think you are finished with one set, the next, more scary set comes and you wonder when it will ever stop. Right now, I am looking through three floaters that are just sitting right there in my vision field, and will more than likely be there for the rest of my life.

In all technical terms, I was born with the eyes of a 60 year old. So technically, these eyeballs should have been dead and buried a while ago.

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5 Comments:

Anonymous jenn said...

good luck darling! There is so much medical advancement out there, maybe there's something that could help.

I never knew you could be born with cataracts. Doesn't your son have that same thing?

2:24 PM  
Anonymous kailani said...

That would drive me crazy! I hope they find a way to cure that soon!

2:25 PM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

Jenn, you are SO right. My son WAS born with cataracts.

Yes... it happens 1 in 10,000 births. So what are the odds, really?

3:10 PM  
Anonymous Christie said...

(((hugs))) to you.

Christie, who had to just skim over this post, as the queasy feeling returned...

(don't you just love me!!!)

6:09 PM  
Anonymous Robin said...

where do the floaters go when they come out?
what are the odds? if it's happening..it's happening to Meredith..:)
miss you much!

6:54 AM  

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