Therapy is for everyone. No matter if you think you need it or not, we are all human and have things we need to work through. Therapy is a wonderful, and for me, lifesaving tool.
As Christmas approaches and the world descends into a frenzy of holiday activity, I take a walk down memory lane, and reflect on the six Christmasses with my family before I became blind.
I Became Blind Nineteen years ago today, I took one last look around the Children’s Hospital with blurry vision. I saw my family, together with the ophthalmologist, holding hands in a circle as we prayed for what was about to happen.
January 27, A.K.A. Classy Glassy Day to my family in honour of my first prosthetic eye, is the day each year that I celebrate being cancer-free. Although I underwent a few rounds of precautionary chemotherapy after the final enucleation, this day will always be near and dear to my heart.
“In The Beginning Was The Bird and the Bird Was Blind.” Every story begins somewhere, and the story of my blindness begins with a bird. To this day, I do not know what kind of bird it was, but I remember with vivid detail its crooked feet, its red-flecked breast and its eyes…