We're in the home stretch now. Perhaps there really is an end of eye drops in sight. The vision in Mom's left eye is not as improved as in the right eye (which got the expensive Toric lens), but it is improved none the less. We saw the optometrist again yesterday and have been given a prescription for new bifocals. One more week of drops in the left eye (one drop 3X's a day), and another trip to see Dr. Lerner in one month. We're almost done with the Eye Surgery Adventure. (Did you hear me breathe a sigh of relief?)
I will say Mom has been enjoying her jigsaw puzzles more, and her eyes look brighter. Sadly, we still face those daily struggles with communication, and the other night I found that FAIL sticker, bright and bold, once again attached to my forehead. Sometimes a bad memory and deafness on her part, and a bad headache, fatigue, and no patience on my part make for a bad combination. Such was the case Saturday night. Let's just say I failed the patience test that time. Thankfully, a bad memory (hers) also comes in handy when I fail because by morning the incident is mostly forgotten, at least by her.
I think often of my friend Judi and wonder how her days are going. She doesn't show up here often anymore, but I think I understand why. It's a rough road some days. I love you, Judi.
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