I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get my sight back to normal, so I agreed to endothelial transplants. They will be done one at a time, as opposed to both eyes at once. The normal recuperation rate is approximately 2 weeks, although I will no doubt be somewhat restricted for a while after that. I will be having a surgical eye specialist do the transplants, as my surgeon says it is a relatively new and innovative procedure and this doctor is one of very few in the country with experience. That's fine with me.
My hope is that I can be able to travel by the beginning or middle of April, if possible. My doctor understands how important it is to me to be able to travel, and his prognosis is very positive. I have always said that no matter how down I am feeling when I walk into their clinic, my heart is singing by the time I leave. Both Dr. Joe and Dr. Jim have that effect on me, and right now I'm in the most hopeful of moods.
Now if the visit to the family physician goes as well when I see her on Wednesday . . . I've been studying my maps this morning and the possible routes depending on the weather, month, etc.
Now if I just hadn't become a little nervous about the truck camper. I will be in a panic every time I have to get propane, and I certainly wouldn't even think of trying to do it myself. It's enough to make me wish I'd kept my fifth wheel.
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