The search for answers and a plan.

On Monday morning, Mom and Dad came over to watch Thomas. Maggie had gone to school. Sue planned to take me to the imaging center for another MRI of my brain..this time with the contrast dye injected inside of me. That morning, Sue had finally contacted Dr. Carlson's office and asked for a prescription for a sedative so that I could get through the test. She had to go pick up the script and hen get it filled, while I sat here with my parents in agony. I took the pills and we left. While waiting in the office, I fell into a deep sleep and Sue had to wake me up when I was called. I made it through the test without any panic attacks and we expected to wait for some answers from the radiologist. They let us wait for a while after the test while the doctor analyzed the results. I expected that he would call us in and tell us what he saw, but he couldn't. He said he would fax the results to our doctor and the neurologist we were going to see on tuesday. We left there with no answers. When we came home, Sue got to work on the phone calls. Before long, we knew that indeed there was a tumor and that we should be making appointments to see neurosurgeons. I don't know how any of this happened but soon we had 3 possible appointments, one on Tuesday with Dr. Guttman from Stony Brook and 2 possible appointments on wednesday, including one at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. Now the search for a plan of action was taking shape.