Tomorrow my father is getting a cornea transplant. The mere thought makes my non-corrective lens wearin' eyes cringe. His eyes have been a mess for some time though, and when it can't get much worse, I guess the prospect of being able to see better is enough of a plus for him to avoid the cringing. The actual procedure involves taking the cornea of someone who has died and inserting it as a replacement for my father's existing cornea. So, the next time I see him, he'll have a piece of someone else doing the lookin'. Modern science is pretty cool. I just hope the cornea doesn't come from an evil donor. I don't want any incidents like with Frinkenstein on The Simpsons.
Sweet glayven!
3 comments:
My dad had that procedure done in the early 90s. It is a little freaky at first, I wasn't able to look at the one eye for a little while.
Eye hope your pop comes through all right.
Just came across your blog. He'll be in my prayers.
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