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By Guest Blogger Angela M. Hooker, Accessibility Specialist, Office of Citizen Services and Innovative Technologies, U.S. General Services Administration
The doctor should have listened to my mother.
I was barely a few months old, but my mother sensed that there was something wrong with my right eye. The doctor dismissed her as being an overprotective parent; however, she was correct. There was, in fact, something wrong with my eye. I was born with a benign pigmented growth on my optic nerve — well, as benign as it can be considering that I’m blind in my right eye.
Apparently, this is a somewhat strange and unique phenomenon because over the years when I’d go to different doctors — for ailments ranging from sore throats to sprained ankles to stomach viruses — they were fascinated not with the reason for my visit, but with what hindered my sight.