I was told the chances of success were very low because it fails for many people, but it worked for me. It was a miracle.” She speaks softly, but her bleak tone suggests that she considers her recovery to be anything but a miracle. “What was it like to see again after decades?” I ask, pretending not to notice the unhappiness in her voice. I suspect some kind of trap and am wary. “I was disillusioned by so much beauty, I suppose.”
