Blind Dawg Hastie

The little yellow ballet girl longed to be an elegant ballerina without glasses... Long gone is the ballet dream but the spec-ditching desire remains! My childhood featured a range of taunts like "Four Eyes", complete with the sticks'n'stones, but adulthood gave me a new nickname, after some obscure blues musician. I liked Blind Dawg Hastie much better. I still long to wake up in the middle of the night and see the moon - without having to remember where I put my glasses. Heaven help me if I can't because the moon will've set and I'll have missed it.

As I age, so do my eyes and it's getting harder every day to function doing Life. It's a constant balance adjusting reading glasses over contact lenses for the small print, or angling specs just-so. Makes it tricky working as a hospital orderly, where distance is as important as detail; anyone who's been in a hospital bed driven by me will confirm this...

I never expected surgery to be so costly and it's my ONLY option. I want to keep working, playing, LIVING normally, as long as I can. It scares me to think that, without surgery, the day will come that I can't drive a hospital bed, do a litter run, read a book. Please help me stay independent and able for life.