Chapter Fourteen
The Dark and the Light
On the drive back to Maryland my headache returned with a vengeance, triggered I suppose by stress, lack of sleep, sorrow at the loss of Annie-Marie, or some combination of the three. The pain grew in intensity as I drove, so once I got closer to a larger town I stopped in the emergency room of a hospital. As before, the ER Doctor referred me to a Neurologist. After an examination where I reported visual loss as before, an MRI was ordered and I was admitted into the hospital. Late at night, alone in my antiseptic room, I became morose. The feelings I repressed over the last week while I helped Anne-Marie recover came to the surface. I hoped the exam would detect an inoperable brain tumor and resolve my condition once and for all. It made perfect se
