Genetic sludge #1 or Thank You, Mr Bear

I've recently been told that at the ripe old age of 35 that i'm developing cataracts. Luckily they're the kind that start from the outside and work their way in, (instead of creating a giant blur in the middle) - referred to as "corneal spikes" or some crap. More genetic sludge passed directly along from my father. (He owes me a pony.) It's comforting to know that this bear has already undergone his cataract surgery and is blazing the way for me. Thank You, Mr. Bear. Your deed has not gone unnoticed.