I sure am glad I trusted my gut and did not proceed with that neurosurgeon who was just so-o-o-o indredibly fabulous he wouldn't speak to his own patients. After what seems to have been a full-time job, I have put together the best team of docs a girl could hope for. I have the neurosurgeon who is going to do the final implant (problably with laminectomy leads)and who I have met face-to-face and talked to and who answers my questions, the entire nine yards. I also have a neat PM doc, a very petite lady who is nice as can be and tells me the new SCS are made out of a material that will permit one to have an MRI (as long as its shut off). I'm going in this Thursday for the psych evaluation and then I should be off and waiting. I also have a separate PM doc who is much closer to home who is doing my drugs and who feels like an old friend. So my situation has certainly improved for the better. And thank you to all of you who helped me get through the horror of that last experience. Susan.