As I was taking in all this peaceful beauty, I enjoyed a few minutes of not seeing double before my eyes started acting up again. I am fighting to be brave and to only focus on the positive possibilities, but for a few minutes I couldn't help but contemplate what will happen if the surgery is unsuccessful. How long would I have left of being able to use two eyes? How would my daily life work out? I would try to stay in China, certainly, but how much longer before I just needed too much help or couldn't be at all useful? It was terrifying to think about it. I need my eyes so much . . . the thought of them failing me completely and forever is a nightmare that catches in my throat.
Fortunately, I'm usually able to keep my mind on the 75% chance that I'll soon be back to seeing only one park instead of two.
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