This is World Glaucoma Day. Yes, today, March 12, 2026, is World Glaucoma Day. It is part of World Glaucoma Week (March 8–14, 2026), which focuses on raising awareness about the “silent thief of sight”. The day emphasizes the importance of regular eye check-ups to prevent blindness.
I want to share my experiences with Glaucoma.
My Glaucoma started in 2003
Dr. Monica Jensen referred me to Dr. Kirker to see if I had signs of glaucoma.
Dr. Kirker was full of fun. He always called me, Maureen O’Hara, and he would laugh. He did confirm that I had the start of glaucoma and I began taking eye drops to stop the progress by reducing the eye pressure.
Dr. Kirker retired and I started seeing Dr Douglas and he retired. I was referred to Dr. Gooi and now I see Dr. Penner.
In the past few years, I tried many different eye drops and had major side effects. The last prescription was Monoprost.
Dr. Penner explained to me that the drops were not keeping my glaucoma at bay and that surgery was the only option. I was booked January 5, 2026 for surgery on my right eye and February 17 for my left eye.
This surgery is called Trabeculectomy and they make a flap called a bleb in the white of your eye. My first surgery was on the outer side of the white of my eyeball of my right eye. The 2nd surgery was to the right of the eyeball of my left eye.
The surgery on my right eye kept the pressure down however it caused my eye to be blurry. 4-6 weeks was generally the timeframe for the blurriness to stop. However, after eight weeks, there was still a bit of blurriness in that eye.
The surgery for February 17 was postponed to March 4 when my left eye surgery was done.
When I wake up in the morning, there is no blurriness in either eye, however, I do believe the eye drops cause some cloudiness but it is mild. Right now I am using four different drops; prednisone, bepreve, nirvanac-sandbox-moxifloxacin. These drops are to heal my eye.
For whatever reason my right eye was blurry for seven weeks. With my left eye right from after the surgery I had very little blurriness.
I can see quite clearly with my latest prescription classes from last summer. However, they up close reading portion of my glasses is not accurate. Dr. Pender said that it takes a good month for the eye to heal totally and I will be able to get new prescription glasses.
Hopefully my eyes will be healed from the surgery soon and I will be seeing OK!
In 1987 while in Maui, I golfed at a course called Waiehu Municipal Golf Course
Starter’s Gate
I was lucky to get a tee time and had quite a wait because it was foggy. I was amazed at the fivesome running down the fairway and disappearing in the FOG. I played with a NATIVE Hawaiian. He was a nice golfer and an even nicer man. The course was well maintained and a really nice layout.
The next day I was put with an older threesome, a gentleman and two ladies from Seattle, Washington. They announced that they had brought lunch and would be stopping to eat after nine holes.
They said I must not go in and buy lunch as they had brought enough lunch for four. We parked our carts in the shade of some trees and asked the foursome following us to play through. Not only did they have fantastic sandwiches, but they had cold beer, too.
After the round, they insisted I play with them again the following day AND DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT BRINGING LUNCH! WE WILL. It did not take long for me to decide.
We met the next morning and instead of three golf cars we had just two. I shared the car with one of the ladies. We had another wonderful day; all three were good golfers, not Par golfers but were never into any trouble. We kept up a good pace and had a lot of visiting. They were so curious about life in Saskatchewan and they also shared their life stories. True to their word they brought LUNCH. Good sandwiches, pickles and fruit as well as beer. How fun was that?
As far back as I can remember, there was music in our house. My mom seemed to be humming a tune as she did her housek work. And oh yes, my dad loved to sing. His favorite song was “ Moonlight Bay” and without exaggeration I’m sure I’ve heard him sing it 1000 times by the time I left home at 18 years of age. I was a teenager when my dad bought my mom a piano. Not that she was ever going to learn how to play but it was there for anyone else to play.
My two older sisters Verna and Georgie kept what we called a scribbler (lined rule book) to write down the words latest songs with the words to each song. They had a system when they listen to the song on the radio that Verna would write down the first line and Georgia would write down the second line, etc. this way by the time the song was ended they had it all down in black-and-white to sing.
My first recollection of my sister, singing songs was one of them or the other would rock me to in the rocking chair when I was a child. As a matter of fact, until I was four years old, I thought that Georgie was my Mother! Now it all goes back to when the midwife Mrs. Brun brought me into the world. She handed me to Georgie and told her that she would have to look after the baby because mother needed a rest. I was actually the 10th baby my mother had.
We didn’t have a piano. However, I think by the time I was five years old, my brother Gordon, who was 14 years older than I was, had a guitar. Gordon also owned an accordion. My brother Gerald had a trumpet, a clarinet and the saxophone. I do believe both my brothers learned to play the piano after they turned 50.
We did have a Radio and it was the center of attention in our house: listening to the news, listening to dance bands from radio stations in the USA in the evening or late at night. (reception was exceptionally good at night). One of the favorites that I believe was on every Saturday night was Guy Lombardo and the Royal Canadian band . Music to sing along and dance to.
And my Mother listen to one soap opera at 10 in the morning and an hour of soap programs between 1 and 2 PM. And in the winter, we listened to the Hockey Night in Canada program every Saturday night. Go Maple \Leafs!
Oh the horror when the batteries for the radio ran out and we never had an extra set of batteries I suppose because of the cost. Anyway, my dad would hightailed to our closest town Strongfield to get a new set of batteries.
I think by the time I would be 8 years old we had a record player. It was a majestic piece of furniture at least 4 feet tall on legs and two doors at the front. The top was a lid that lifted up on hinges.
My siblings who would be teenagers at the time would makes some money and buy the latest records for us to enjoy the music.
My sister Georgie learn to play the piano where she worked as a housekeeper. Her older sister Verna once she became a school teacher learned to play the piano that was supplied at the schools where she’s taught the students. My sister Edna became a school teacher and learned to play a piano at the school as well. Edna became a music teacher and could hear a song once and play it on the piano. She had a fantastic ear for music.
My sister Verna reluctantly came back home to teach at our local school,Stanford, when the teacher left halfway through my first year at school. We were so lucky to keep my sister for the rest of that year and the whole next year. Verna was by far the best teacher I ever had and she taught us so much more than what was in the curriculum. We had a variety of extracurricular games. We had spelling bees, geography bees, and sometimes we sang songs all afternoon. Verno played the piano and she brought out her song books so we could follow and sing along.
When I moved into an apartment with three other girls, the first thing I bought what’s a console Record Player with Radio. It played 33+ 1/3 long play records and I was off to the races buying my first Frank Sinatra album called “Songs For Swingin Lovers”. After I gave away my records, of course I went out and bought the CD of the same name.
I guess you could say I’m still old-fashioned and that I still have favorite CDs that I play on a regular basis. I have a variety of artists from Ella Fitzgerald, Garth, Brooks, Willie Nelson, Patsy Cline, Anne Murray, Carlton Showband, Leon Redbone, lots of Dixieland jazz and of course, my favorite band The Eagles.
Modern technology has given us the ability to click on your I remember, iPad almost any song you want to hear.
I was fortunate that there was a music teacher at the end of our street where are my children took piano lessons. I remember Colleen and her dad, Doc, coming home from the movie The Sting and she immediately went to the piano and played The Entertainer from that movie.
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Modern technology has given us the ability to click on your I remember, iPad almost any song you want to hear.
I was fortunate that there was a music teacher at the end of our street where are my children took piano lessons. I remember Colleen and her dad, Doc, coming home from the movie The Sting and she immediately went to the piano and played The Entertainer from that movie.
I mentioned at the beginning about my dad and his love to sing. However, I want to mention the fact that my dad had a twin brother Paul, and “oh how they could harmonize”. My fondest memory of listening to them singing was when I went with the two of them in the car to visit an uncle about 100 miles from home. It wasn’t long before we left home that they were singing and they sang a lot of songs in Swedish, but also songs from the 30s and the 40s. One of the songs they sang in English first and then in Swedish was a song “After The Ball Is Over”.
Peter and Paul Stone
Mostly, I like words and music. There are some instrumental pieces that I like, especially the piano. Mostly, I like words and music. There are some instrumental pieces that I like, especially the piano.
My grandson Alexander Verschaeren was working as an assistant Pro at Redwood Meadows Golf and Country Club the summer of 2009. He and I were golfing together as we often did that summer. We were just the two of us that day.
0n Hole #11 there are two bunkers on this dogleg, one on the left and one on the right some 250 or more yards from the tee. The maintenance crew was finishing raking the left bunker and were waiting to rake the right bunker when we teed off. Alexander was hitting from the tips (Black) and sent a towering drive high over the bunker on the right side of the dogleg. I hit a good drive but certainly didn’t make it to a banker but was good and in the fairway. When I hit my second shot and we went down, way down the fairway to Alexander’s ball the two fellows on the maintenance cart came to talk to us.
They said they had worked at Redwood Meadows for TEN years and had NEVER seen anyone hit a ball this far from the black tees. Alexander and i thanked them and with a sand wedge Alexander hit his ball onto the green. Easy Par.
We had a really wonderful day. The sun was shining, the wind was calm and it was such a treat to watch him play. Alexander shot even Par. Not too shabby when he had to wait for me to play 2 shots to his one. To this day Alexander talks about how beautiful and challenging it is to play at the REDWOOD MEADOWS Golf and Country Club,
I wanted to share this memorable day with you all.
Above is a video of Alexander giving me a lesson this summer.