In May Of 1956 I was a junior executive on my way to meet with a valued customer for a round of golf. Suddenly, I became violently ill, so I went home, where I asked my wife to call the customer to explain the emergency. She then contacted my physician to arrange for him to meet me at a local hospital to determine the cause of the sudden illness.
After I had spent three days in the hospital, the physician, who was a neurologist, diagnosed the difficulty as multiple sclerosis. He further stated that there was no cure.
As nothing could be done for me in the hospital, I returned home. After a week of bed rest and tender care, I decided to return to work. But after just one half-day there, I became nauseated and had to return home. My two partners and I wanted a second opinion regarding the diagnosis, so I went to a prestigious medical facility. I was given a multitude of tests that confirmed the first diagnosis. The doctors recommended a move to the southern part of the United States. They felt I might be more comfortable there.
