By Rabia Abdul-Hakim, 46, Stratford-upon-Avon
The earliest memory I have of something being wrong with my eyes was when I was 9. Itchy, watery, they felt unbearable.
Living in the Cayman Islands, there weren’t many eye doctors. When I finally saw one, she shrugged off my symptoms.
‘You just need glasses,’ she said, sending me away with an ugly pair of specs.
Glasses didn’t help. My vision was still blurry and my eyes still ached.
Aged 15, I had another check-up. Still, they gave me a new glasses prescription.
After a while, I stopped wearing them, tried getting on with life as normal.
But by 1998, now married and living in Houston, Texas, my eyesight got much worse. As I watched TV one day, the screen suddenly blurred.
At first,…
