I have returned from Vancouver with my new prosthetic eye.
As much as the enucleation was painful the replacement of my eye with the prosthetic has raised my spirits again. It is impossible to describe the joy I have of looking into a mirror and seeing a perfectly matched pair of eyes after so many years and so much disfigurement. Look carefully, if this is your first visit to my blog can you even tell which eye was removed?
My ocularist and her staff have created the impossible and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully repay the team that has cared for me for so long and to such a conclusion.
Well, it’s not really over. I am still a cancer survivor with a high likelyhood of metastasis. But I feel great now and I will live the life that has been denied to me for so long.
I am no longer the “half-zombie”, scaring youngsters in the aisles of the grocery stores and watching people as they see my face and look away or try to not seem affected by the incomplete prosthetic that almost feels like I was wearing it forever instead of the 5 months that it was.
Thank you all!