I wasn’t even home a week and I had my second episode, but this time much worse. Back we went to the hospital for more MRIs, blood tests, and lumbar punctures. This time, I was seen by different doctors who knew nothing about my first episode. This time, they said I had meningitis but my mother argued that it wasn’t. She urged them for an MRI of my brain and spine after I began to exhibit eye pain, floaters, hallucinations, and was speaking incoherently. My right arm and hand were curled in towards my body and once again I was paralyzed from the chest down. That evening at the urgent plea of my mother as I was in a coma, I was transferred to UCLA in Los Angeles by ambulance. Shortly after my arrival, my mother was informed by the attending neurologist that my lower body would be paralyzed forever. By this time, my mother was on a mission to secure the best possible outcome for me.