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Skipping round the playground, I didn’t have a care in the world.
‘Do you remember having two eyes?’ a classmate suddenly asked.
‘Not really,’ I replied.
It was 2000 and I was 10.
I had no memories of being 18 months old and diagnosed with retinoblastoma, cancer of the eye.
After emergency surgery to remove my left eye, thankfully I was in the clear.
Having one eye affected how I saw depths and distances, but I was too young to notice much difference to be honest.
Given a prosthetic soon after, this was the only life I knew.
It was