Do you want to make your parents proud of you?

I was blinded at the age of three, when surgeons reluctantly remove my eyes to save me from a fast spreading cancer, but although eyeless, I regained my sight when I was thirteen.This sudden ascent from a decade of darkness into the glory of light was not brought about by the hands of a holy healer. No celestial trumpets announced the restoration of my vision, just as none announced my birth. A rollercoaster had something to do with my recovery, as did a seagull. And you cannot discount the importance of my profound desire to make my mother proud of me before she died.The first time she died was the day I was born: January 6, 1980.