January 2, I saw my eye doctor and complained that I couldn't see well. My cataracts were interfering. As an author, I look at a computer screen a lot, but when the words I've just written look more like Chinese characters than English words, there is a problem! He didn't think they were much worse than they have been for the last two years, but I told him that from behind the eyes, there was definitely a difference! It seems he has a lull in his schedule, and so can fit me in on January 17. 

He then explained how they remove cataracts. Do you know? It sounds horrible, sticking a needle in your eye. He assures me it doesn't hurt. In 1995, I had RK surgery on my eyes. They cut the outer layer of my eyes with a knife — a very tiny knife. Nowadays, they use a laser for that. It didn't hurt and I could instantly see. It was amazing. I've been able to see well for over 30 years.

I shared this information with a friend and she asked, "Are you nervous or anxious about this procedure?"

"No," I replied. 

I have confidence in the skill of the doctor. The cataract is bothering me every day, and I want it to go away. The doctor says the chances of things going wrong are very small. Why should I worry about something that may never happen? Why worry about bridges I may never cross? If something happens, then I'll deal with it. It's not like it is an experimental procedure. I have better things to do with my time than to worry. What about you?