Twice a month, I go to my eye doctor for injections that slow the loss of my vision. The waiting room is always filled with quiet tension-fearful eyes, deep breaths, people trying not to crumble. I sit and breathe, waiting for my name to be called. And every time, without fail, there is a woman-maybe in her late fifties or early sixties-who enters already furious. Before she even sits down, she's fighting with the receptionist.
Miller explains, "It turns out, particularly where abnormal blood vessels develop in these retinal diseases like wet macular degeneration, that the drivers are very similar to what happens in cancer."