Entry for January 21, 2006
Woke early to transport S to work after an exhausting, yet lively evening. Had dinner with a group of friends from church. Praise the Lord, the eye was never mentioned, though we talked about lots of other medical illnesses and conditions. One male guest had survived both kidney and skin cancer, and joked that he was just waiting to see where it would pop up next.I guess I would joke too.After dinner I attempted to learn bridge . . after two or three levels of explanation, I suggested we play gin rummy instead. I took every hand, but feared I was mixing the two games up. Neither of us had played in a long time.As I made ready to leave, my hostess's cat escaped. He had been declawed, was an indoor cat, and she was afraid he'd be grabbed by a dog. Spent an hour and a half in the freezing night air looking for him. Recruited the neighbor's children, who almost nabbed the stinker several times. At 1:30 I knew I had to call it quits, being frozen and stiff as a board. Was grateful the roads were nearly empty. I've tried to mimimize night driving since the cataract was diagnosed. Usually surgery brings immediate improvement. . .I can only imagine what that must be like. In my dreams, though, I always see clearly - even in the dream (see above) in which I encountered a disfigured man.Last month, at the insistence of co-workers, I took the eyeball items off my desk and now they are at home. I wish I hadn't. . .I'm still grieving. I don't find this odd, and wonder why others do. When someone you love dies, you keep his photo nearby for a long time. My beautiful eye, lost to me! Oh, if I could press "rewind" on life and recover husbands, children, limbs and eyes I had without appreciating any of it...This, THIS is what the poet meant when he said, "Life must be appreciated backwards, but it can only be lived forwards." TBC
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