I’m 41 years old. Between the ages of 17-29, I studied to become an ophthalmologist. Over the next decade I put that knowledge to use, trying to heal those I could, learning new methods, new techniques, working in conditions that would almost sound primitive to any modern ophthalmologist.
I am 41 years old, and I’m facing my 4th disease that can potentially blind me. I’ve suffered most of the diseases I treated as a doctor and surgeon. I’m tired. I’ve lost hope. I want to crumble into a heap of ash and not exist anymore. But mostly, I’m just tired.