For the first time ever, I wrote this column unaided by glasses or contacts. It is actually the first time I have written anything substantive without visual aids since the fourth grade. After decades of acute myopia — nearsightedness — I had corrective surgery a week ago.
And I can see clearly now. Mostly.
As is the case for many people making health care decisions today, I did not see the path toward better vision with 20/20 acuity. It took months of research and visits. It was dotted with contradictory advice and opinions. It took perseverance and an ability to look past frustration.
It took rolling over in bed one day and hearing the arm of my glasses snap.
