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I guess I should tell you the next part. Norm sent me to the best doctors in Houston at the Kelsey Seybold Clinic. The
doctor there did some tests and I went back a few days later to get the news. He told me that I had a disease
called "Hepatitis non-A non-B". He told me to rest, eat a low protein diet and take one shot a week for a year.
I sailed through
the year without any problems and actually felt better. I went for my last appointment and he told me that I was "cured".
Of course, that drug was Interferon and it would not kill the virus. All the time the virus was slowly eating
away at my liver. Plus I was drinking occasionally and taking ES Tylenol by the bottles full because of the lasting horrible
pain in my back from 2 previous back surgeries.
I started my old schedule at double the pace. Finally, Norm and I were living the
kind of life we hoped. We were so happy and our days were like "Disneyland" and all our nights covered with a million
stars and soft moonlight. We lived moment to moment. One Saturday we got in the car to go for a short drive and
ended up in Nuevo Laredo, Mexico; a 10 hr drive. We stayed for the weekend seeing the sites and shopping in the huge
markets. Other times we would drive 3 1/2 hrs to a casino in Kinder, La. We lived as though it would last
forever.
Forever turned out to be a little over a year. Then the same old tired, nauseated
feeling started coming back. I don't know to this day what made me first fthink like I did, but I was overcome with
a feeling that I would not live long enough to buy an RV and travel the US whenI was 60 or 65. retire. We enjoyed adventure
and I knew I wanted to make enough memories to last a life time.
I didn't go back to the doctor because I didn't want to know the truth. I was content
in my feelings. One day I came home and announced to Norm that I had quit my job. He very calmly said
"ok". Then I really hit him with a whopper. I told him I wanted to sell the house. Again, his quiet nature came
through as he asked "what are we going to do then dear" ?
I explained my feelings and told him I wanted to travel all over the US. We put
the house on the market the next day. That was October of 1995. The house sold on February 14, 1996.
AND............
