"Good news: You don't have Multiple Sclerosis. But I need to see you first thing tomorrow morning."
So we came back from Vegas $400 richer. Okay, technically Bryan did because I experience severe panic at the notion of even losing $5 in a slot machine. I cried once in a drunken hysteria because I lost $14 at the Wheel of Fortune machine at the Palms. So now Bryan knows better and gambles alone.
But back to the story. He got his MRI. Done and done. Let's find out where your MS lesions are and let's get to steppin' on the healing.
Not so fast.
We get a call from Neurologist #1 that – yay! – Bryan doesn't have MS, but that there is a lesion on his brain in the same area that would affect MS. Oh, and that he needs to see us first thing the next morning in his office. Bryan gets off the phone and immediately we feel good. Then it hits us. Why couldn't he tell us what was going on over the phone? I thought he said it couldn't be anything else? What else could it be?
We couldn't do anything but wait. Looking back, I honestly don't know how we got through that next day. It was easily, without a doubt, a day I would not wish on my worst enemy.
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