–Livana–
From my husband's daily updates—every early morning in Greenland to match the Philippines' 9 PM—I had to endure his non-stop talking and endless questions. It gave me a headache. My surgery had been a success, but my vision remained blurry. All of it. I couldn't see anything clearly—only light and faint shapes.
It's been two weeks now, and there's slow, steady progress. I still can't see fully, but he keeps reassuring me that soon, my vision will return. At least now, I no longer see the black particles whenever I open my eyes.
He said it would take two months for my sight to stabilize. He watched over me like a hawk for three entire weeks, until he finally told me I was free to move again. I could travel—but only with my sunglasses on to protect my eyes.
Now? I feel ready. Ready to visit him—wherever in Italy he may be. And I have a gut feeling he'll find me first.
