Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles!

Tom had cataract surgery this morning.  Despite delays, miscommunications, and misunderstandings which dogged us right up until the last minute, the surgery itself went off without a hitch.

Many people have told us that that the effect of cataract surgery is nothing short of miraculous.  All that talk, however, seems just hyperbole when you're in the queue.  After, though ... consider us converts!

I was expecting Tom to come out of the clinic with gauze and an eye patch; instead he walked out under his own steam with no obvious scars, stitches or bruises, just one seriously dilated pupil and a Magic Marker dot over his right eye.  We had the suggested sunglasses all ready to go.

I'm reminded of the song from Fiddler on the Roof - Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles!  It really was like that.  Tom's reading all the signs on the hospital walls as we leave.  As we get into the taxi, he remarks on the sign on the cab door - Remember to Take all your Belongings.  As we pass the corner of Cook and Fort, he says, "Wow!  This looks so different!"  After we get home, he settles into his comfy chair - with his sunglasses still on -  and says, "Wow, this place is bright!"  He watches his favourite Power & Politics after lunch and asks me if the TV was always this clear.  After lunch, dinner, and requisite eye drops, he finally checks his email.  He comes out of the den - sans sunglasses - smiling from ear to ear.  "I can see the computer without using the magnifying glass!"

If this posting seems just hyperbole, it's not. It's a miracle!