After the test.

I got up from the machine and immediately looked for Sue, expecting that she would be there at the door where I last saw her before the test. She was not there and she was not sitting in the chair outside of the room. I thought it was strange, but I got up and legs wobbling, I walked out to the waiting room. I knew I would be sitting down and waiting for the staff to make me a CD of the MRI pictures so that I could bring them to the neurologist appointment that I had made. I sat down and Sue came in soon after. She sat down and we waited. The staff told me it would be a little bit until the CD was ready. Then someone called me to the desk and asked me a question...I have no idea what it was...something seemed strange about what they were or weren't saying to me. At some point they brought out the Cd and Sue and I walked out. As we walked out of the building, Sue said she had to tell me something and asked me "If I knew what was going on." I said no and she had a strange smile on her face. She told me that they found something and didn't I realize that she had been crying. I immediately went into shock. I somehow made it to the car and got it. Sue had said that they obviously had seen something on the screen and the tech called someone else to see it and they were talking about it. Sue said she even saw it on the screen. I began crying uncontrollably. Sue asked if I wanted her to go back in and get some answers. I couldn't respond so she went back in. After several minutes, Sue came back to the car and said that the radiologist is not there but on his way. They would have him call us right away. Sue drove home and I only remember crying into my fleece sweatshirt and at times yelling in pain. Sue tried to calm me down through her tears..although she kept it together really well. She was telling me that she would call Dr. Carlson's emergency service to get him involved and maybe get me something to calm me down. As we approached home, Sue told me what I already knew which was that I would have to pull it together so my kids didn't find out. I went right to my room and dove into my bed. I stayed there a few minutes, tried to watch TV to calm my mind down. Sue came in and told me that there was no longer an emergency number for Dr. Carlson's office, that it said to call 911 for emergencies. I was so angry and upset that we couldn't get in touch with him. Sue assured me that the radiologist would probably be able to contact him. I eventually came downstairs and went to the backyard where my kids and in-laws were playing. I sat in a lawn chair for a while and after thinking about it for a while, I told my wife that maybe we should call Father Chris, our church pastor to help us.