A Short Story About Waiting For MRI Results…
As I lay here in my bed next to my wife while she sleeps. I’ve noticed that it is a very quiet prison to be in while the constant ticking of very loud thoughts keep me awake. I truly don’t think anyone around me - not my wife - not even my most supportive family members knows what it is like to go for an MRI - sit in the tube for three hours - go back to work that day. Go to work the next day and the next day and walk around going on with life with the constant reminder that the images and reports you’re now waiting for are either going to make your year a little easier to deal with - or ruin it altogether. I lay here refreshing my patient portal over and over again every hour since I left the imaging center. Waiting to see what these scans will bring - good news? Bad news? My parents talk to me about their plans on installing a pool and doing yard projects. My in laws talk about their daily life. Co workers and their expectant wives. Employees and their complaints about daily tasks. I feel like the last three days the world has just passed me by like a blur. I smile on the outside - but on the inside I just want to know if these things on my spine and brain are the same size or getting larger. Nobody around me knows how it feels to have to walk through life with this constant worry.