It can not be treated with any known medicines. The only cure was to remove and replace the infested organs with healthy non infected organs. What mad... this all the more dangerous for her was the fact that she had a rare blood type? The blood type combined with the condition meant that practically impossible to find a donor host organ to save and prolong her life. The only hope would be an identical twin. Without the transplant she would never lead a full life. This began my journey into. .”“Not necessarily,” said Ben with conviction. “The condition will not progress as long as you never feed. You must be strong, but you are under no death sentence.”Cameron was shaking his head. “I don’t -- I can’t -- Oh, Ben. One thing, maybe one thing. Don’t you have any more normalcy charms?”The old man shook his head again. “Those charms did naught but focus your thoughts. The normalcy projection was yours, the crystal was but a cheap plastic catalyst. You may have to concentrate, but you. Not even a robe tonight! Surprisingly, she was very upset and I could see that she had been crying. (if this is what happens when she is upset... what happens when she is really happy!! -- I would find out about that on another occasion.) She invited me to the sofa, and we began to talk. It turns out her friend, an old college associate and coincidently Suzanne's cousin, was in trouble. He was being investigated by the local police, and they had been to see her earlier in the evening --. It moved me to write something and make acontribution. There are many parts to come, which are already written,and I hope will keep you entertained but I remind you, I wrote this formyself and if you also enjoy it - great!Thanks to krystalsbaby for their review and by coincidence you will getyour wish.Continuing story about the changes in lifestyle that Chris wasexperimenting with, helped and encouraged by his wife and their friendJess.Chapter 26 - Dressing weekThe following morning Victoria.