Count your lucky stars, since, even though your tale is harrowing, I've seen worse things happen to people on account of EBV. To wit, growing up in middle scho

Count your lucky stars, since, even though your tale is harrowing, I've seen worse things happen to people on account of EBV. To wit, growing up in middle school, I had a classmate who was really popular. By some twist of fate, he disappeared without much explanation, and most people had presumed that he changed school districts or moved away, but this was not the case. He still lived in the same house but stopped attending school. He acquired EBV (allegedly from kissing one or more girls, owing to his reputation for being as popular as he was), and suffered long term symptoms, which then precipitated into debilitating dementia, from which he has never recovered. So, from middle school on, his life was permanently altered, and he lives in an adult home now, unable to care for himself.