Picture a Monet. Like this one:
This is what I see. Every day. But only out of one eye.
My right eye is normal. Blue, slightly nearsighted, healthy. My left eye, however, is waaaaaayyyy different.
My eye history is cringe-worthy. I was born with a cataract, had an artificial lens put in, got hit with a playground glider (yes, in the eye), had said artificial lens removed, and wore a patch for a good chunk of my pre-school years (Arg!).
Then I got glaucoma as a pre-teen. I like to think that this combo of cataract+glaucoma – both old-lady diseases – is a sign of my incredible wisdom-beyond-my-years. The jury’s still out on that one.
And most incredible? Everything – natural disaster, injury, damage, the works – has happened to only my left eye.
This is where Monet comes in. Even with the highest-level contact in my left…
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