I more or less fall into this category... more or less. I was 13 when I was diagnosed with Alport's. I was told that I was unlikely to have to deal with it, or at least not until I was much older. When my sister was transplanted in her twenties, I figured that it was most likely that my time would be cut short just as hers was. So what did I do, partied like it was 1999! I boozed my way around the world and lived my life. I put the breaks on all that when the doctors told me to. And 6 or 7 years later, I was doing dialysis for the first time. I have no regrets about how I lived. The key point there is that I lived, and I'm still living, albeit somewhat more quietly these days. I'd have been disappointed had I not experienced what I did in my thirties, especially experiencing what I now am in my early forties. My advice; let the lad have a life. Tell him to enjoy it while he can, because it obviously won't last forever.