Golly, where have I been? Back to the book!
I just reread this chapter and a vivid memory came flooding back. When I completed the first draft, this chapter wasn’t included. My agent then told me to “dig deeper”. So I sat down in front of the computer and thought about my darkest secret. I think I typed about a paragraph, then I left the room, tears rolling down my cheeks.
It took a few packets of chocolate biscuits to get this chapter down. I find it hard even to summarise it here. In essence, the shadow I refer to is the “retinoblastoma look”, the scars I was left with after losing an eye early in my life, and the effects of the radiotherapy on my bone development. Both these things changed my facial structure, something totally out of my control. But that didn’t stop the pain that I went through and the years of torment.
My desire to have my facial features returned to “how they should have been” sent me to a plastic surgeon for help. I showed him a photo of me as a baby and said, “I want to look like that, have that face”.
You’ll have to read the rest, but be warned, tissues are really needed here.
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