A few months ago, I had cataract surgery on my left eye. As soon as the anesthesia wore off, the vision in that eye began to clear. For several days afterward, I found myself alternating closing my eyes, right eye then left, amazed at the comparison. I was genuinely stunned at the difference. It was if the world had morphed from being covered by a yellow film to a landscape of vibrant hues. The sky and trees outside my bedroom went from always looking overcast to being bright and sunny. Above the trees is now a sky of cornflower blue accented by crisp white clouds painted strategically across it.

My age would normally have precluded me from this procedure. Perhaps I’m an overachiever when it comes to health, but my cataracts came on fast and grew faster. There was a collective gasp in the room when the nurses saw the size and placement of the impediment in my left eye. At my post-op appointment, even the doctor marveled. None of us knew exactly when the yellow film in my eyes had begun to grow. I never really noticed how tinted the world around me had become until the removal of the first cataract.

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