Marking my 30th anniversary of being sober was for me most humbling. I had been through the death of both my parents, the loss of a career, two divorces and several major moves. Never once did I pick up that drink. Little did I know at the time that a few months later, I would face one of my greatest tests so far.
In July of 2004 I had surgery on my right eye to reduce pressure caused by severe glaucoma.
The surgery failed, and so the ophthalmologist ordered a process called "needling" to open the scar. This too failed, and I was sent to yet another specialist. This doctor...
Santa Rosa, Calif.