Opening my eyes to a bright light above me, I look around trying to focus my eyes and notice a nurse on the side on my bed, checking my vitals. Noticing my movement, she turns and says, “Rebecca? How are you feeling? Can you see me?” I’m suddenly bombarded with questions asking whether or not I could tell what color things are or how many fingers they were holding up. At first I was confused, wondering how I got there, then I remembered. I had gotten eye surgery.
Most people freak out when I tell them I had eye surgery at 15, and they suddenly rush to ask me if I had been in an accident or if I lost my sight. To me, it was just a solution to a problem I’ve had since I was a child.
When I was in early elementary school, I was told that I had
Most people freak out when I tell them I had eye surgery at 15, and they suddenly rush to ask me if I had been in an accident or if I lost my sight. To me, it was just a solution to a problem I’ve had since I was a child.
When I was in early elementary school, I was told that I had