My Story

I'm not exaggerating when I say that Moorfields Eye Hospital feels like a staple feature of my childhood. Over the last twenty years, I have spent more hours there than in any other hospital, playing ironic games of 'I Spy' with my Dad until my eye-drops took effect and the doctors could assess me. 

MY STORY

When I was 10, I complained to my mum of having "lights in my eyes". She thought I'd dazzled myself by looking at the ceiling lamp but, after the "lights" didn't disappear the next day, she hastily took me to the opticians. As it turned out, I was experiencing haemorrhages in my right eye, so I was referred to Moorfields for immediate assessment and treatment.

From the moment I walked through the doors, the team at Moorfields impressed us with their expertise and high quality of patient care. I'm sure my parents were worried at the time (naturally) but, as a patient, I don't remember ever feeling that I had a sight problem they couldn't fix. Over the years, I've never worried about my sight - even when, aged 11, a particularly dramatic haemorrhage completely obscured my right eye's vision for six months - because I knew that Moorfields would do their very best to put it right again. 

I want to give that peace of mind to every person who needs specialised eye care, which is why I'm walking 14 miles on Sunday 10th March to raise money for Moorfields Eye Charity. The charity raises funds to research cures, find treatments, and provide equipment and care for their millions of patients in the UK and around the world.

Most of you who know me also know that I utterly loathe exercise. I've committed myself to 14 miles (22.5km) to show how important Moorfields Charity is to me.

If you are able to donate even a small amount to support my fundraising adventure, I will be extremely grateful - as will future patients!