My brother had an MRI today (the world’s most boring procedure). There’s a pretty good chance that my brother won’t have to have surgery. The doctors are going to fit him with a back brace, let him heal a bit, and try physical therapy first. The brace and therapy should make his back stronger than before and help correct his crappy posture. He’s much more positive today–lots of friends are visiting him, he’s doped up on vicodin, and my Mom’s arriving on Tuesday afternoon to help him out. It’ll be tough on him, since he probably can’t surf for six months, but he’s lucky that it wasn’t much worse. He’s being mindful of that and trying to stay positive.