As we were eating supper Tuesday, Jeff remarked that he was seeing "floaters" in one eye, and that they weren't going away. Being, well, me, I remembered when one of my friends at work had to drive her daughter to Madison to take care of a detaching retina. It was an all-out eye emergency, and I remember my friend saying she was so glad she had taken it seriously. I shared this story with Jeff and, being the calm guy he is, he said he'd go see a ophthalmologist the next day. I looked up the doctor's office number and texted it to him, just to make sure.
So he called Wednesday morning and after some referral nonsense, he got an appointment for later that afternoon. He'd take a short day at work and come home for the appointment, and I'd see him after he got off work.
When I got home, there was a text on my phone - he had a retinal tear, and we might be headed to Rockford or Madison that night to get it fixed. I packed us a suitcase, but by the time I was finished, Jeff was home with an appointment for the next day with a retinal specialist in Berwyn. I emailed work that I wouldn't be in the next day, and we got ready to leave early in the morning for his 9:30 appointment.
He did, indeed, have a retinal tear - the doctor said it was actually two small holes. Yikes. No big deal, though, apparently - he would laser the holes to close them up and see Jeff back in three weeks.
!!?? I would call that surgery, but apparently it's a minor procedure. The nurse walked us back to the procedure room, got Jeff seated in a chair and gave me a pair of glasses to wear while the doctor lasered my husband's eye.
There is literally no recovery time when a doctor lasers your eye. Jeff drove home from his appointment. Well, he drove to Rockford, where we had lunch and some beers at Old Chicago. Crazy. They (Old Chicago) have some sort of partnership with Generations brewery here in Freeport, and they had a very good beer made with lemon and marshmallows. We liked it so much, we stopped at Generations and got some growlers!
We talked about our vacation plans, and about some shorter-term plans (back to Old Chicago this Saturday for some basketball!), and just generally had a good time. We talked about our concert plans - if all goes well, we'll have seen 27 bands before Summerfest this year. (Last year, we had seen 10 bands before Summerfest, and ended up seeing a total of 52 bands, so we've got a goal to exceed that number this year.)
Right now, cancer is a scary thing, but it doesn't feel real. I'm sure it will feel real soon enough, after surgery, chemotherapy and more. But we're making plans. I might not be dancing around, but having cancer isn't going to keep us from having fun and doing what we love, together.
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