16 Years Old: Dislocated Lens Implant & Surgery

It’s odd writing about my past as if it were somebody else’s. Some of it seems like another lifetime ago. The events in this blog post however were not all that long ago. It has been about a year and a half now since all of this took place.

What I’m about to write about, for me, has had a huge impact on my life. It was summer, a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I was sitting right where I am now, talking to my mom. I blinked and when I opened my eyes I couldn’t see a thing out of the left one. It was all a blur. It was exactly the same as when I didn’t have implants and would take my glasses off. I knew immediately that my lens implant had dislocated – and I was right. My optometrist knew I would need to meet with my ophthalmologis so that we could figure out what to do but this could not be done for a week because he was in China at the time. I was instructed not to bend over and to sleep upright so that the lens would not lodge into my pupil. Let’s just say it was a long week. When I was younger we were told that if anything happened to my implants that they would have to take them out and that would be it. I sat there thinking that I had lost the most precious gift I had ever been given. Sure I could see out of one eye, but it would be back to contacts and glasses regardless. Unless I wanted to remain blind in one eye. I wondered if I had appreciated my lenses as much as I should’ve. If I had remembered to stop and be thankful for the gift I’d been fortunate enough to receive. And truthfully, I had.

The week slowly dragged on until it was time to travel back to the big city. After an 8 hour bus ride (courtesy of Shriners, without which we would be lost!), we arrived at the Easter Seal house yet again. Luckily for me my ophthalmologist explained that technology had come a long way since my implants and that he would without a doubt be able to replace it. So surgery was booked for the following morning and I went through the motions of preperation. No food or water past midnight, arrive early to be checked in and hooked up to the IV etc. I was feeling nervous as one would, but optimistic. I felt certain all would be fine. Though, it wasn’t. My surgeon decided at the last minute to reattach the old implant instead of implanting a new one. To implant a new lens is a much bigger surgery altogether. It requires a much bigger incision and a longer healing time. At first I was angry at this decision as I thought it was the implant that was the problem, but now I’ve come to realize that may have been the best move.


Taken a month and a half after the surgery.

My surgeon’s decision wouldn’t be the problem though. My eye healed fairly quickly but as my vision returned I noticed a very distracting visual disturbance. Wherever I looked my vision would bounce. It was similar to looking through a bottle of water as the water waved and distorted everything I was seeing. We went home hoping that this would get better as time went on. But it did not.

{I am not a doctor and the medical definitions and descriptions do not and should not replace those of a medical professional. They are merely there to help give an idea of my situation and experiences. If you are experiencing any health issues seek medical care.}

One thought on “16 Years Old: Dislocated Lens Implant & Surgery

  1. Pingback: Marfact 17&18 – My lens journey « Connective Tissue Disorders: My Journey

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