The Wait

On Friday I had an MRI because of some crazy things that have been happening with my body over the past few months. Dizzyness, weakness in my right side, numbness in my right foot, horrible spelling .. ok, that one has been happening since I learned how to write so it probably can't be attributed to anything other then my genetics and being a Vanderstelt. As I left the MRI the technician stressed that I should make sure to see my family doctor in the next week. That has set me off wondering what her ominous recomendation means. Do I have MS? Do I have an incurable brain tummor? Am I slowly bleading to death in my brain? (very improbable, she probably would have made me stay at the hospital but my imagination is driving me at the moment) In my fear I'm trying to cling to Romans 8:28 "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose." But how can I cling to God and his purpose with my imagination running wild?