“I’m Ani. I’ll be your orientation guide today. It’s so lovely to meet you.” If the building we’re in is pleasant and cheerful, then Ani here must be its queen, because she’s like sunshine in human form. I find myself exhaling and smiling as I shake her hand. “Come on back.”
I follow her down a sunlit hallway into a small office. It’s organized but lived-in, with charts on the walls showing different types of canes and a bookshelf crammed with binders.
“Have a seat,” Ani says, pointing to a chair across from her desk.
I sit. My hands twist together in my lap.
Ani settles into her own chair and opens a folder—my folder, presumably. “So, Dr. Haggerty’s office sent over your medical records. Leber congenital amaurosis, late-onset presentation. That’s quite rare.”
“Yeah, I’m special like
