On a crisp November morning I arrive to spend some time with Sarah. I am greeted first by Sparky, a tiny yet mighty rat terrier, donning a sweater with a lightening bolt emblazoned on his back. Seconds later, Sarah slowly comes to the door and welcomes me into her home with open arms and a slight smile. These days she spends most of her time in a makeshift bedroom that appears to have once been the dining room. The space is connected to the kitchen and still holds a china cabinet, though it's now filled with shoeboxes of medication and supplements rather than plates and glasses
At first, we questioned why Will had been so unfortunate. But we gradually discovered he was one of the lucky ones. Our doctors caught the disease before it had infected his nervous system. The antibiotic treatment worked, and today Will is leading the normal, healthy life of an active high school teenager.