Just short one this week, to thank everyone for their kind words about Harriet, and for sharing their own stories of pets past and present. No matter how much it hurts, the fact that we're willing to go through it again - and again - says something about us, and them.
The weather's been in the 50s for the past few days, so despite what that pesky groundhog said, I'm feeling like spring. I've been walking a lot, looking at the green shoots of daffodils and crocuses popping up in gardens all over town, and holding myself back from clearing out the garden beds in my own yard.
Two more days until my next appointment with the retina specialist. My eye still gets tired and a little itchy by the end of the day, but my vision is so much better that even without the new lens, I've been walking around without my glasses. He told me there was a chance that I would end up with correctable vision, and that going through the second surgery to insert a lens might end up being optional. If that is indeed the case, I'll take the option of glasses, thank you very much.
Not having to go through a second surgery on the right eye might make me a little more amenable to the idea of fixing the left one, say, next year.
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