A Trip To The Doc

I was sent by my optometrist (whom I hadn't visited in several years) to see a retinologist. The optometrist had seen something in the back of my eye that she thought needed a specialists opinion. I am sure that you are familiar with the feeling you get when a medical person is taking way to long looking at a particular area. That's how I felt when the optometrist spent an inordinate amount of time looking into my left eye. I was unesay to say the least! " I see something in the back of your eye that we refer to as a freckle." she said. " Now these things are quite normal, but once in awhile they can be serious." The word Malnoma was mentioned although she truly doubted that it was anything to worry about. I saw the retinoligist today, and he pronounced that nothing looked abnormal. He took several pictures; Made an appointment for six months so he can take another look; and sent me on my way quite relieved to say the last. I felt eleated! At sixty two years old I had escaped the knife once again. I also had the feeling that I probably can't expect to keep escaping for ever. Things wear out and break down. They need to be fixed or removed, and the older we get the more likely it is that we will be dealing with this reality. When I was younger I would see doctors always expecting that everything would be okay. I was six feet tall and bullet proof. Now I realize that I no longer will be leaping tall buildings at a single bound. Maybe that's why I was somewhat more elated today than I have been in previous doctor visits when the old doc pronounced me, " Okay!"