When my sister was diagnosed with Grave’s Disease, her doctor told her the cold was going to make her feel even worse.
After talking to her husband, they decided to pack up and move south.
It wasn’t a decision I wanted her to make, because she was one of my best friends. I understood why she had to move, but that didn’t stop me from visiting her several times a year. I would pack up my kids and head to her house. It was so hot one year that I couldn’t breathe, but she had excellent air conditioning, which is the only thing that saved me from suffocating. She was feeling so much better, and she said the air conditioning was nice, but she would rather the furnace. She missed snow and being able to go skiing. I told her to come up around Christmas and visit. We could go skiing for a day, and if it got too cold, we could easily go into the lodge and sit by the fireplace. She liked the idea and came home for the holidays. She was enjoying the snow and skiing, but she couldn’t wait to get home where it was warm. As much as I hated to see her go home, I knew it was best for her. She needed to be where she could walk and feel better. I knew she hated the air conditioning, but I wanted my sister to be healthy for many years to come. She not only saw my kids grow up, but she saw my grandkids grow up, and even watched her first great-grandchild take his first step.