My pupils are the size of saucers. I've been measured, poked, prodded and measured again. Yup. I do have a cataract. Yup, it has to come out. Yup, he can't fit me in until September 2. Ah well. I need not worry about any reading material being too far away! Oh well. Good things come to he who waits. This should be REAL good! The kind of problem I like...fixable! If I squint when I see you, you'll know why! At least I'll see you and can tell you you are loved!