Trusting a doctor

I have an appointment with my spine doctor tomorrow.  He wants a new MRI to compare to my last one taken 3 years ago.  The pain never seems to find relief, even though he has me on a pain med.  I take the med just in case it might work well.  Right now it works 'sort of'.  I spent some time on the internet this evening and found there are many different treatments.  I guess it really depends on what the mri shows.

Albert is going with me tomorrow.  I love how he is slowing changing and supporting me better than he has in the past.  For a while, during the early years of my mental illness, he was always more angry than helpful.  Helpless - Albert was helpless and he was angry with himself - that's what my therapist said.  When we both realized this illness was here to stay, the tension became less between us.  Now we are best friends.  We look forward to retirement and moving closer to our older son in order to thoroughly spoil our three Missouri grandchildren.  After all, isn't that what grandparents are supposed to do?