Since being coy and tempting with teasers only works if you follow through quickly, let's cut to the chase and close on the things I alluded to ... uh, fifteen months ago. (erp... sorry)
Okay, looks like we'll need two sentences. Maybe more.
After three weeks of IV anti-viral meds every eight hours (administered at home by yours truly), several treatments that involved lasers being shot into his eyes (which did not result in super powers, much to his dismay), frighteningly high doses of Prednisone (orally and by way of drops in his eyes, which caused scary hallucinations at one point), he was finally able to go back to Indiana a reasonably healthy young man. There is some permanent damage -- loss of peripheral vision, increased risk of detached retinas, and almost-total hearing loss in one ear (yep, virus got there, too) -- but it could have been a lot worse, and he is adjusting well. He's just a great kid all around.
Also -- note that I used the word "scary" three times in this description and still didn't adequately convey just how arduous and traumatic this whole ordeal was for me. (It was tough on GC, too, but this is MY blog. If you want to see his distress, he has a fantastic poetry blog -- A Passin' Bird -- that I highly recommend.)