I went to see an ophthalmologist, Dr. L., today. I aced the eye chart, even with my wonky left eye, but there's still a problem with my vision. Dr. L. says it may never go away. When I said, oh, maybe the brain will find a work-around -- something others have said to me -- she said, Probably not. "The brain isn't really all that flexible. And the lesion has deprived part of it of oxygen." In other words, I've got a dead spot in my brain.
Oddly enough, her candor appeals to me. I'm a little tired of the choruses of "Climb Every Mountain," "You'll Never Walk Alone" and "Cockeyed Optimist" that people keep singing at me. A little honest resignation to reality never hurt anyone.