About ten years ago, when my ophthalmologist told me that I had the earliest signs of Macular Degeneration, I knew what that meant and knew that I had to formulate myself for the possibility of the loss of the major share of my sight. I took the recommended vitamins and minerals, ate accordingly and did research to see if there was anything that could be done to preserve that valuable gift of sight.In the fall of 2009, in email conversations with my brother, I became cognizant of the likelihood of stem cell therapy. Research on the Internet produced numerous options. Consequently, in November 2009, my wife and I flew to the clinic where the implantation of stem cells from my own bone marrow was done. The removal of bone marrow was not at all painful, nor was the embedding of the resultant stem cells. I was very dreadful that I would not be able to bear such techniques, but it was not so. No fear, no aching. The following day my eyes were enflamed and bloodshot and I could see the world only through minute slits. I was concerned, but consolation was at hand and I was appreciative that my wife was with me even though I could have coped alone.