P. S.

Laurence’s vision is 20/20. We’ve completed the journey that began on February 9 when Laurence first noticed floaties in his right eye. It’s a long story, but I will skip to a quiet cubicle on a quiet floor – quiet because it’s Sunday – where we waited in preparation for retinal surgery. Two surgeons stepped in. “I hear you want to go to Colorado,” the older one said. The younger of these two super nice surgeons had informed Laurence that he would have a gas bubble in his eye. We would not be flying. Though disappointing, we readily concurred an eye is more important than to fly.

The older surgeon wanted to talk about Colorado. He’d lived there for three years. “We’re going to see if we can get you there,” he told us. They departed. On that quiet Sunday morning, May 5, in a small cubicle, Laurence and I prayed for the surgeons and the surgery.

The eye journey didn’t become easier but it continued. Interestingly, every appointment would begin with the younger surgeon mentioning the trip to Colorado. Laurence’s vision improved. The gas bubble became smaller. But would it be gone? Thursday morning, Laurence knew it was no more. Gone. Yesterday, the younger surgeon marveled at the surgery’s succuss. “The bubble is gone. What timing. You can go on your trip.” (No quietness in the Eye Infirmary during these appointments.)

This morning, we wait in Terminal B of LGA for our flight to Denver. It’s been a journey to this place , literally and otherwise. Due to my thinking that straight through flights to Denver only leave from JFK, we boarded the subway early this morning to the airport where we stepped into the AirTrain. (No small deal. We live by LGA.) Both of us tried to see where Terminal B was, but the train only stopped at Terminals 1, 2, 3, and 4. No A, B, C! We hopped off before the train pulled out, went down the escalators, and called Uber. Mr. Dominican was immediately there and whizzed us to LGA in 10 minutes. What a city! ♥️

Next stop Denver. Berniece