The last time I told you a story of my young life it shocked you. I really need to talk about it tho.
I had an eye that turned in to the nose. There was also no real sight in that eye. My Mother was OK with my eye but my Dad wanted to have something done to try to fix it. The people he worked for had friends in N Y C that knew a doctor that was at the top of his field. They said they would get in contact with him and see what he thought about my eye. That doc told them to have my Dad call him . To make a long story short I ended up with one operation one year and another the next year. It was state of the art surgery of the 40s. The doctor fixed the look of my eye but couldn't fix the sight because there was no sight to begin with. The doctor tied both eyes together by the nerves, so that when I look at you both eyes will look at you. My good eye pulls the bad eye so I look normal.
That was just one of my problems my Mother gave me.
It will be interesting to see if people comment on this story or not. Did I scare you all away? I do not mean to. I just need to talk about all my problems.
Until next time, Fern
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