The road to recovery has it's ups and downs.
Night vision is still almost nonexistent. There are good vision days and bad vision days. I'm able to drive well on some days, but don't feel comfortable driving on other.
By June I am into the second month of searching for someone to rent the second bedroom in my apartment. My daughter moved out by the last of April. Being alone for the first time since the surgery is sometimes scary, but nice as well. What's most frightening are some of the characters answer the ads for the apartment. The search is not going well. It takes my entire social security and ssi check to pay the rent. I'm having to visit food banks, and have to drive to their locations, whether it's a good day or not. They are open only at certain times. I couldn't carry the boxes home on bus if there wwere bus routes near by.
I had another MRI done to make sure there were no more changes, an that's how the results came back. The damage in the back of my brain and in the middle is unchanged. I will not be seeing the surgeon again, at least not in the near future. The neurologist and neuro-ophthalmalogist are in charge of my care now. I am finally getting some answers besides emotional response to the trauma of surgery. I am dealing with very real, physical trauma from the surgery. Specifically, bleeding that took place minutes or hours after surgery, and possible blockages in the blood drainage from my head. Otherwise, things are continuing to immprove on a steady track. I'm told it will probably take 5 years for good nerve fibers in the corpus colossum to take over the tasks of the damaged ones. That substitution may be taking place in the bacck of my brain, making it possible for me to see.