It’s that time again, off for a road trip with one of my gorgeous friends, heading to see my cornea specialist. The original intent for today was to talk about further surgery to provide me with some vision.
Pretty much all year the specialist has been throwing curve balls at me at each appointment....
February he said he was ready to take out sutures two months ahead of plan (way exciting!) and then slugged me with the news that he wants to leave some sutures in indefinitely ... meaning that my restrictions will also remain in place indefinitely.
April wasn’t too bad, he removed more sutures than planned, a massive 10 sutures that would surely give me the vision I have been praying for!
Then May came around and he advised that there hasn’t been a noticeable change in my eye shape so he was going to take out a few more sutures and told me he’d be considering further surgery as the transplant hasn’t worked how we wanted. That appointment really sucked. It unfolded like a movie scene, the specialist advised me of the prognosis and then I sat there dumb-founded while he continued to talk and tried to address my review letter for work. I know there were words coming out of his mouth and I could see his frustration as he tried to talk to me about how I am coping with my vision, pain and work. All I could hear in my mind was ‘there’s no sight, you need more surgery’. Thankfully I had prepared a ‘work day in the life of Nat’ document that I could just hand to him, so he was able to have some intelligible information for the report.
So this time I wanted to be prepared for any side swipes and have a response planned in case I froze again. I prepared for the great outcome ‘Natalie, you won’t need surgery’ and I prepared for ‘ok Natalie I’m booking you in next week, are you ready?’ I even had a list of questions to ask for each scenario, so that I’d leave informed