The official 3 month post-op day came and went without any fanfare. The gas bubble had finally disappeared and normal vision seemed to be within my grasp. Dr A had initially said that I would have a good idea of what my vision would be about that time.
But there was nothing. Well, maybe a little, but not much to get excited about. I could see the big E on the chart and the next line down seemed to be getting clearer. I’d been holding my breath, metaphorically speaking, for a long time, and the expected, hoped for return to normal just wasn’t happening.
The appointment with Dr A at that time revealed that my eye was healing fabulously. No scar tissue. No complications. No re-detachment of the retina. Everything looked perfect … except for the fact that I couldn’t see.
“Well, ” he says, “it can take up to 2 years to fully recover from such a surgery. And you are getting a cataract. We’ll have to watch that, but that may be why your vision is compromised.”
What?! Two years? Cataract?
Crap. This is taking way longer than the couple of months I’d imagined when I had surgery.