I remember putting on my very first pair of glasses and being stunned at seeing the individual blades of grass so clearly. I think this might be the first school photo I had with them on.

As long as I’ve been an adult, I’ve had eye issues—extreme myopia, retinal problems, etc. At my last ophthalmologist appointment, I was told I’ve developed cataracts earlier than usual due to my severe myopia.

This week, my doctor will do the testing and let me know exactly where we stand. It will be my first major procedure in Spain, and I couldn’t be more thankful my doctor will be the one handling everything. She speaks fluent English, and she goes out of her way to ensure my comfort at every visit—never rushing me or speeding through my questions.

American healthcare would never. I’d be sent to a different specialist, have to beg my insurance to cover me, and I’d be a nervous wreck. At the end of it, I’d owe God knows how much to who knows who.

Sometimes, you land exactly where you’re supposed to be at exactly the right time.