My grandmother lost an eye to Whooping Cough, Pertussis,

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2. She didn't feel sorry for herself. She drove and went to parties

with my grandfather and had a great life except for WWII where my grandfather was injured when his canadian battalion got run over by polish tanks and he was left for dead. Hurt his brain stem. My father said he was never the same though he still did important things due to his situation in Ottawa. He was a responsible man. She never once whined about anything in my experience. Going to the eye doctor was a chance for her and her sister to tease the living daylights out of him. When she had, I think, a cataract in her one good eye and Ottawa didn't have the machine to do the operation, she bought the machine for the Civic Hospital. She was very lucky in life and that's how she rolled.