Both the cataract operations are behind me, and both have been successful.
Going for a walk I saw a red-billed woodhoopoe. (If you don’t know what this bird looks like there are some wonderful pictures on Google.) Their cackling call has often alerted me to their presence. There were five of them and I searched among the branches for them. As their name suggests they have red bills, and their tails are striped with white.
But now. After the removal of cataracts. I saw them in all their splendour. Long, brilliant red bills, not the dull red I had seen until this day. Startling white stripes in contrast to the iridescent green/blue/black sheen on their feathers! They were stunningly beautiful, and I watched them for a while, rejoicing in restored sight and a renewed appreciation of their colours.
Trees are no longer a blob but made of individual leaves. The little break in the horizon turns out to be a water tower, with a radio mast standing next to it. (I did not know the radio mast existed!) Weavers are bright yellow, autumn leaves are stunning in the variety and radiance of their colour.
I am enjoying this wonderful gift of colour once again.
But the operations have done more for me than just restore my sight. They have enabled me to read into the night; to drive again in the dark; to know that I am able to face uncomfortable challenges and that I can do things I may dread. They have increased my courage and most of all my faith in Jesus and His continual presence.
I am a stronger person today than I was two weeks ago. My confidence has grown. The fear I felt before the procedures is a thing of the past. Maybe next time I have to face such an unknown experience I will not dread it quite as much.
Was it worth it? Oh, yes, undoubtedly. Would I recommend it? Absolutely.
For my heart sings at the miracle of today’s medical knowledge and ability and at the healing grace of my Lord as I begin what can be seen as a new chapter in my life.
A chapter of confidence and courage – the result of the gift of restored sight.