“When do we meet with them?” Gwen asked. “I don’t want this pain and blindness to keep happening to him.”
“I was in the middle of going over the test results when I was paged up here. I’m going to send your results over to neurology, and they will touch base with you later today.” With the symptoms Easy was having, he would be a priority. “We’re going to increase your pain meds, and hopefully, that will help with the headache.”
“What about my eyes?” Easy asked.
I wasn’t too sure about that. Easy really needed a specialist. “The tumor is growing, which is making it press on your nerves and blood vessels that are affecting your vision. I know there are some other meds that we can prescribe that can help, which should then reduce the pain and help to restore your vision, but we’re going to need to get you connected with neurology for that.”
“Can’t he just take those meds and not have surgery?” Gambler asked. “You’re talking about brain surgery, Doc.”
“That is a question you can ask the specialist. He will have all the answers you guys want.” I stepped back from Easy’s bed and sighed. “Layla and Bailey will get more meds on board, and I am going to get your MRI over to neurology.” I reached out and squeezed Easy’s arm. “Just try to get some rest.”
He placed his hand on top of mine. “Thank you,” he whispered.
I had just told him he had a brain tumor, and he thanked me. “Uh, you’re welcome?”
A smile curved his lips.
And now that I had made a fool of myself again, it was time for me to get out of there. I pulled away from Easy and stepped over to Bailey to double-check the new med orders.
I didn’t order the meds because I wanted neurology to look over the MRI and double-check what I was seeing.
Thirty minutes later, I sat back in my chair and sighed.
Nothing had changed from when I last looked at the MRI.
Easy had a 3-centimeter tumor that was pressing on his optic chiasm.
Damn.
Chapter Four
Easy
Tumor.
The word kept rolling around my head, and I couldn’t think about anything else.
I was twenty-four years old, and I had an intracranial tumor that was making me fucking blind.
Fuck.
FUCK!
“Easy.”
I opened my eyes and made out the shape of Mom standing over me.
My vision had gotten somewhat better since I had started taking some different drugs, but it wasn’t back to normal. “What?” I croaked.
“Are you okay? I called your name five times, and you didn’t even move.” She brushed my hair back and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I must have been sleeping.” Or zoned out because I hadn’t heard her call me five times.
“Dad is going to take me home to get some things, and I’ll be back to stay the night,” she explained.
I shook my head. “No, you don’t need to stay the night. I’m fine.”
“Grant, you’re having surgery in the morning. I want to be here for you,” Mom worried.
