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