My daughter and my son caught it within a year of each other in British Columbia. I contracted mine in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia.
I was sick for years before they finally figured it out. It required lengthy treatment for me to get my life back, but I was to the point where I could hardly walk. I choked on my food. I drooled when I talked. My mind had completely left me. I got in my car to go somewhere one day and my wife found me sitting out there half an hour later. I had no idea I had to put the key in the ignition.
I was 38 years old and I figured that was it, my life was over. My legs were rubber. I wasn't stable on my feet.