Today is the first day in over a month that I have actually breathed a sigh of relief. My mom had cataract surgery in one eye to remove a "very mature" cataract. Even though this surgery is very common she was terrified to have the procedure done and so went years without removing it. When I mean years, I mean many, like a decade. When the doctor removed it he said it was a biggie so for the past several months we have been going to doctor's visits and she has been dreading having the surgery and along with that I have been feeling the stress that has left me with many sleepless nights. There have been many arguements between us as she had dug in her heels several times and refused to go ahead with the scheduled surgery.
When we left the doctor's office on Thursday I bombarded her with a series of questions like, "What color is this and this and this....." I pointed to my blouse and to the stop sign on the corner and to the green jacket I was wearing and time and time again she had the correct color. Whereas before I would get the same answer. Everything was either beige, brown or dark grey. She could not see color for ten years or so. Not just color she could barely see anything. I cried like a baby in the middle of the street because I was so happy and relieved that the surgery was finally over. I have had several years of pent up stress and frustration over this situation and praise God that everything has gone right.