By Roberta Himing, Student of Life, Australia
The final check for the visual function of the new lenses following cataract surgery was complete and the journey home once again on the public transport system, gave me the opportunity to reflect upon this latest little medical adventure of mine. So much to marvel at as I thought about the surgery associated with the cataractous lenses. Dr. Anne Malatt, an ophthamologist, had gently indicated a few months earlier it could be time to consider the removal of the thickening cataracts from my eyes.
What was it that was being revealed to me? What lay behind the fact of experiencing ‘blurred’ vision or even the fact of having had to wear prescription eye glasses since a teenager? Had I been viewing life in reaction rather than response?
There had only been a few events in this life that I had knowingly recoiled from in fear, trepidation or disbelief, wanting desperately for the things that I saw or was aware of to be different, though I had had a difficulty in accepting the horror of the newsworthy events of the world, subjecting myself to feeling the pain and supposed injustice personally.