The doctor glances at Dominic, then back to me. "I'm not sure that I understand the question."
"I mean are you helping him?" I realize how bad that sounds and quickly try to fix it. "Sorry. I know you're helping him, but how exactly? Do you have some kind of cure?"
He shakes his head. "No. We don't have a cure for MS. I wish we did. I'm just taking a more individualized approach to treating his condition. Modern medicine tends to take a one-size-fits all approach, which is cheaper than a more personalized approach but isn't good for the patient. The medications he was taking weren't right for him. They were actually making his condition worse. He's doing much better now."
"Oh. Well, in that case, thank you for everything you've done for him."
He nods and smiles briefly, then walks bris
