I spent most of the day at a Hospital today. I had my appointment with an ophthalmologist. It took forever, but the doctor was thorough. At least now I know exactly what is wrong with my eyes. It is Fuch's Endothelial Corneal Dystrophy. The doctor Miss H. was very reassuring about getting me not to stress of what I am going to read on-line about it. But the condition is hereditary and untreatable. The worst case scenario is treatable with a corneal transplant, which does not sound very optimistic. Hopefully, as Miss H. promised the symptoms are not going to affect my life for at least another 20 or 30 years. She will be able to judge the speed of cell deterioration better when she sees me next year. I'll keep my fingers crossed and will hope for the best.