Today is an eye injection for me. Lots of fear arises: will it go well? Will the injections stop the bleed? Will my good eye hold? I try to do the long breath and be in the moment, not projecting into the future of my vision, which is calming but not entirely. I pray a lot while I'm waiting in the office for the eye test, the eye drops, the dye injection, the photos in piercingly bright light, the injection, and what my doctor says to me at the end.
So I am hanging on his speech. He speaks in right speech, and he is honest, so it may not be what I want to hear. That is okay. I'm not the conductor of the world orchestra. I am a patient like millions of others, and we all want a good outcome and our precious vision to hold. I am not apart from others in this process. I am with many more. My hope is to not add onto the suffering I experience, but to keep it in perspective. I am alive. So things happen. I'm aging, so more things happen. I am exactly like other human beings. This is what it is to live fully.
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