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 its now filled with shoeboxes of medication and supplements rather than plates and glasses life with lyme