To put at risk the thing you use the most; your eyes. On Friday I am going in for laser eye surgery and I am terrified beyond belief. Beyond the superficial fear of not being able to live a normal life, I fear that I’ll miss my husbands smile, the pinkish orange tinge of a sunset, the look of laughter on a loved ones face. Have you ever noticed how when someone laughs, really laughs, their eyes crinkle? I used to think that the worst thing that could happen is not being able to look at the words I love the most, transcribed on brittle paper that for years I held with such reverence but I’ll miss the people more, the ones whose faces light up my life.