Dark Angel

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Summary: The Taylor's are once again blindsided by illness.

"Hello, Mrs. Taylor."

"Hi, Dr. Lewis."

"I have the results of the boys' check ups."

Dr. Lewis' expression became grave. Jill's heart dropped into her stomach. This very time last year they thought that her son Randy had cancer. Fortunately it turned out to be hypothyroidism which is easily treated.

"What's wrong….Is it Randy?"

"No. Randy's condition is under control and other than that is in good health… My concern is with Mark."

"Mark?"

"During my exam I noticed some irregularities."

"Irregularities?"

"Yes. His reflexes were weak. He is showing reduced strength in his hands, his balance is off , and he was having a hard time following my fingers with his eyes."

"What does all that mean?"

"It means that there is something not right in his central nervous system."

"What do you think it is?"

"At this point I do not know, but I have set up a referral for Mark to see a college of mine. His name is Dr. Richard Ling, he is a neurosurgeon at Coldridge Children's Hospital."

Jill sat dumbfounded.

"When?"

"Today at three o'clock."

"Okay. Why so soon?"

" When dealing with possible conditions of the brain, I think it's best to move as quickly as possible for testing, no one ever died because a disease was detected to early."

The word died bounced around inside her brain. Once again she was confronted with the possibility that one of her boys could be very sick, it truly is a parents worst nightmare.

Jill jumped when there was a knock at the door. A nurse came in leading Mark.

"Have a seat, Mark."

"What's going on?"

Jill at a loss as of what to say took Mark's hand and looked to Dr. Lewis for help.

"Well Mark, when I examined you, your neuro check was off."

Confused Mark looked between his mom and his doctor.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that there may be something wrong with your central nervous system."

" Are you serious?"

"Unfortunately yes."

" You have an appointment today at three o'clock with a neurosurgeon at the hospital."

Mark just sat there at a loss for words. He had expected to come to the doctor this morning for a check up. He had been having dizzy spells lately, and he was going to tell the doctor about them during the exam, but was afraid he might want to do tests. Mark really hated doctors and hospitals. He thought that since he was going to have tests anyway he might as well spill the beans now.

"Dr. Lewis,.. I have been having dizzy spells lately."

"You have?"

"Oh Honey why didn't you tell me, I would have gotten you to the doctor right away?"

"I didn't want to worry you."

"I'll put the dizzy spells in your file as symptoms, so Dr. Ling has a complete picture. Do you have any other symptoms that may help us in diagnosing the problem?"

"No."

"Okay then, I'll fax your file to Dr Ling."

"Thank you doctor."

"Good Bye."