My son has epilepsy. This is bad news, but not part of my good/bad dichotomy.
For various (valid) reasons, we thought he may have a brain tumor. Family history pointed in that direction. The C-T scan showed nothing, but still, I wanted an MRI to be sure. The doctor was 100% positive that he didn't have a tumor, but in my mind, you cannot be 100% anything until you illuminate other possibilities if you are unable to prove positively that your diagnosis is correct. I was afraid that we were going down the wrong treatment track because we missed the double junction switch. If you are supposed to be on the main line and you are traveling down the branch line, the solution to the problem is not to go faster down the wrong destination. Increasing the medicines could be going down the wrong diagnosis path, which was not going to help us. I had them (to take the train metaphor further than I had originally intended) to stop and go back to the station to make sure we are going the right direction.
The MRI came back totally normal. No tumors, not lesions. Nothing. Great news, I was terrified. Now that I have been proven wrong by the doctor, we are back to square one. No one knows why it is happening and no one knows what to do about it. His medicines are making matters worse. Good news, no cancer. Bad news, we don't know why he is having seizures and we don't know why they are getting worse.
So, there were are, kind of back at square one. Going to take patience and grace. Thankfully Jesus is the God and giver of both.
