I'm not going to click that button...

So yesterday afternoon was filled with me running around between different departments at the hospital to finally leave with about 5 pounds of film and a CD of Sam's brain scans. Before I had left to do this, I called the original neurologist's office (the one that called Sam with the news), to ask them to fax a copy of the report from the radiographer. Neither Sam or I had been given a copy to read, plus we will need it for our second opinion appointment.
Well, Sam calls me from work as I'm leaving the hospital, and he's like Brooke the doctor wasn't lying when he said this report wasn't good. Sam wanted to start telling me different things about the report. But I stopped him after he told me the first phrase he wanted to discuss, "there are many lesions on his brain, too numerous to count.."
Hmmm... yah, I didn't want to hear anymore. Sam forwarded me the report in an email, and I had about an hour before I had to tutor my client that I could have looked at the report. I even actually clicked on the report once and started to upload it to my screen. Nope, I cancelled the upload. I just had no desire to read a report that describes my husband's situation in dire terms, and him as a science project and not a person.
When I got done tutoring later, Sam was on the phone discussing the report with his father. I can tell the report brings him down, so I grabbed it from him, and said we are done with this report. There is no point to read anything that isn't positive, and as the second neurologist said...the radiographer was definitely very "excited." (Ok, so he didn't actually say "dramatic" like in my last post, but that's the context he used the term "excited" as). The neurologist didn't think we should get as "excited" as the radiographer about it, and the neurologist is the one that deals with MS patients. I'm sure it was a more "urgent or excitable" scan than the broken bones, and herniated discs the radiologist probably spends 90% of the time looking at. The radiologist also probably has to make it sound bad, or write anything that could possibly happen, just because of all the medical lawsuits that occur today.
But anyways, Sam and I did look at the brain scans of his head together... and I know I'm no specialist, but I didn't think his lesions looked "too numerous to count." Actually Sam and I didn't think his brain scans looked too bad at all, and hopefully this medicine helps reduce and stop the spread of the "white spots."

Last night before we fell asleep, Sam was like "Brooke I don't want my neurons to keep fighting with each other." Trust me cutie face... ME EITHER!

***We find out the results of the blood tests this afternoon... so say a prayer! =) And in the last post, I forgot to request prayers for our little girl too. I've been really trying not to worry about everything, and after I blog about it, I try not to talk about it anymore either (unless of course, Sam needs to). Because we in no way want this situation to cause any stress for our little Brylee Reese!***