by Dära Salk
When I was told in March that I had cataracts, the doctor said “No hurry, come back in 6 months”. Then along came the first lovely spring day, when I got on my bike and realized – I can’t see the potholes! I quickly scheduled cataract surgeries two weeks apart.
The first amazing reality was that there was no pain and not even a little discomfort. The biggest surprise came when the first eye patch was removed – I was shocked by the colors around me. As a long-time gardener I had been choosing plants for years not really seeing their bright colors! I had no idea there were so many hues and shades!
It reminded me of Dorothy after her house landed and she walked out into the bright colorful world of Oz! I’m not in Kansas anymore.
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