Corneal Transplant
Oct. 24th, 2019 02:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
agoodwinsmithIn August I was diagnosed with a genetic condition where the cells in the cornea die: Fuch's Endothelial Dystrophy. I've been using ointment and drops for the past two months, but as I was suspecting, they have not been successful. I have been refered to a corneal surgeon in Vancouver for my right eye. That happened today, so I don't know any more at this time.
I asked to delay the surgery until spring, but was warned that leaving it untreated will result in permanent scarring.
Aside from the anxiety about sharp implements being used on my eye (especially since they often want to do this shit while a person is awake), I am worried about my old cat Chuck. He needs pretty specialized and constant care, and the kennel I had found will not take him again. He may be weak and wobbly, but he is still interested in the next snack, and he has very strong opinions about other cats trespassing in his yard - so he's not ready to go yet. And truly, I am entirely not ready to let him go yet, either.
It is another beautiful autumn day. Lorne would have enjoyed it so much. Today is six months since he died.
Mom is also feeling a bit crushed: we cleaned out Dad's room at Mt Ida Mews yesterday, since he won't be returning there. Dad is very restless and active. He requires more personal attention than the standard nursing home can provide. We don't know where he will be, or when that decision will be made.
It's just all a bit much, you know? (Actually, I'm pretty freaked out.)
I asked to delay the surgery until spring, but was warned that leaving it untreated will result in permanent scarring.
Aside from the anxiety about sharp implements being used on my eye (especially since they often want to do this shit while a person is awake), I am worried about my old cat Chuck. He needs pretty specialized and constant care, and the kennel I had found will not take him again. He may be weak and wobbly, but he is still interested in the next snack, and he has very strong opinions about other cats trespassing in his yard - so he's not ready to go yet. And truly, I am entirely not ready to let him go yet, either.
It is another beautiful autumn day. Lorne would have enjoyed it so much. Today is six months since he died.
Mom is also feeling a bit crushed: we cleaned out Dad's room at Mt Ida Mews yesterday, since he won't be returning there. Dad is very restless and active. He requires more personal attention than the standard nursing home can provide. We don't know where he will be, or when that decision will be made.
It's just all a bit much, you know? (Actually, I'm pretty freaked out.)
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Date: 2019-10-25 01:09 am (UTC)