In the meanwhile, the right eye had ripened. It had gone totally white in the middle which used to be brown. This is what the doctor has to be the sign of cataract being ripe. I thought it was time to get back to the doctor. So I went there. I was told that they will need to do the cataract surgery. There should be someone with me at that time. I called my parents and went to the doctor.

To our devastation, after the initial tests for the surgery, we were told that the surgery could not take place. The reason, there was no pressure in the eye! The doctor said that even if he did the surgery the vision will not come back.

This was the day of devastation for me. Although I did not feel instantly what it would be like living the rest of life without vision? I had never thought about this. The first thing that came to me was anger. I was angry on discovering that contrary to the doctor’s diagnosis earlier, it was not cataract. All the time that I waited I could have done more to prevent the loss of the eye pressure. I discovered that the eye pressure is something that is needed for the functioning of the eye. The pressure is lost when the nerve gets disconnected with the brain that supplies blood and other nutritious things for the proper functioning of the eye. In my case the nerve had got dried up and was no longer connecting the right eye with the brain. This situation was described as pthisis bulbi in the medical terminology.

Although I was angry and had anticipated the life that was coming afterwards, I had maintained my courage. I was worried that my parents should not get hopeless and do something that was not worth it. I threatened the doctor with a case in the consumer court for his negligence and advising me the wrong way and making me wait without any treat until I lost the vision. This was doctor’s fault. There was no doubt about it. He had admitted to it. He was saying sorry. In fact he apologized to my father and begged for no such case. As a villager, my father considered a doctor to be the second avatar of god. He readily forgave him. And we left the hospital. Totally hopeless, knowing that the vision to my right eye was never going to come back.

I sent my parents back to the village. As I was staying the city, I thought having second opinions with other doctors. There was the same result. The eye pressure has lost and there was no solution to this. I was told that I could donate this eye to someone else where it would work, but I could not use the eye of any one else because now the problem was with not my eye but with the nerve which had stopped supporting the eye.