Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

The last two days have been scary for me, because I have macular degeneration in one eye, and I rely on my "good" eye to read and drive. But on Tuesday shadows were forming in my good eye, and I was afraid it was a bleed. That means you need to get to your retinal doctor pronto, so he can give you laser or an injection in the eye, after taking antibiotics in the eye for several days. Time is of the essence. My anxiety level shot up like a rocket. Luckily, I got an appointment yesterday morning, and still luckier, it was my doctor's first day back from his vacation, and after laser scans and looking carefully, he said my eyes were stable, but I had two big floaters from the back of the retina which had come loose and were causing the shadows I saw. I have to see him in a couple of months again, but what a relief to know it wasn't glaucoma or a bleed. I have lived with my eye condition for nearly twenty years, but I shove the fear aside most of the time. I even still drive, as my bad eye has lots of vision, just not the central part. I think the trauma of my daughter's death, then the recent virtual service, shook me up so much I really, really didn't feel able to face the blindness threat. Not now, maybe later. Of course that is not the way life works. When my brother died, I had an eye bleed and squamous cell carcinoma on my forehead, which required MOHs surgery. So I've been worried my skin cancer or eye would act up again, because what can you do about that kind of stress? Swallow it? It wraps you up in a snake like vice. So, needless to say, I feared the worst. But it was not the worst, and I have an eye doctor I'm crazy about, and I do count my blessings, every single day.