Over the past 10 days, I’ve been to three different doctors. I’m starting to feel like my parents. The most important of the three was two days ago. My appointment was with Dr. Ayres, the one who did the partial cornea transplant (DSEK) in December 2008. He thought that the cataract I’ve had in my left eye for sometime could be the culprit in my steadily worsening vision, but he sent me to Dr. Garg, a retina specialist, to rule out a retina issue. Dr. Ruffini also thought I should consider having the cataract removed.
I was not looking forward to another surgery on my left eye until things started going downhill in July. The problem was, none of the doctors knew what was causing the problem. The cataract didn’t seem much worse than a few months earlier, if at all. After going from one specialist to another, it was determined it wasn’t a glaucoma issue or a retina issue. Lets just hope it is the cataract that is the issue.
I’m having the cataract removed on 15 April (so I guess I’ll send our taxes in early…) There is also a possibility that I’ll have another DSEK (endothelial transplant.) The donor endothelia will be in the OR, just in case. Evidently, removing the cataract risks damaging my now 70 year old endothelia (along with the other common risks associated with this in most people and specific risks for unique individuals, such as myself, with other eye issues.)
I am disappointed that I have to wait that long for the surgery. I joked with Dr. Ayres that I was ready to have it yanked on Wednesday. I’m sure I have been less than pleasant to be around at home. Tonight, I was home alone while Eliz, the kids, and a few of Jane’s friends went to see Alice in Wonderland — I miss going to the movies. My frustration level is high and it takes me so long to do many basic things. I am so ready to get the cataract out, it is hard not to get excited. I’m trying to temper the excitement, since it only leads to disappointment after the surgery (at least after the last three.)