Countdown to Larry's eviction...

Update time!

Hey everyone! Today I am excited to inform you that I actually have an update for you all, rather than my previous posts where I appear to be rating specific hospital tests (if you've missed that then I would give ultrasound/biopsy/mammogram day 8/10, blood test day 10/10 and MRI day 6/10. Not bad,eh?) But no! Today is an update day! Woop!

But first you are going to have to bear with me as some thank yous are in order, obviously on top of the general thank yous to everyone that has reached out to me, sent me kind words, prayed for me - those kind of go without saying as I appreciate every single one of you. The specific huge thank yous I need to give today go to two groups of people: first (and I'm totally going to name drop you all because you deserve it) Alex, Sayers, Whits, Gav, Iyad, Jack, Joe, Kev, Loz, Lee, Mart, Paul, Pete, Ryan, Soud, Sounir and Vod - who all chipped in to pay for me and Warren to stay at a mighty posh hotel/spa/golf place on a date of our choosing. Thank you! You are all so very lovely! The second group of people are (again, totally naming you all) Lynzy, Jodee, Nina, Amy, Kate and Faye - this group gave me the most thoughtful gift I think I have ever received. You ladies are beyond awesome, there isn't a word to express how much it meant to me. See the picture below:

Yup, I know! Told you it was amazing!

Ok so that's the thank yous done, now for the big update: LARRY IS IN FACT AN ACTUAL LARRY LONER! He has failed to make any extra lumpy friends to play with - I mean it's not a massive shock as we all know he's an arsehole - and that means I only have to have lump removal surgery; goodbye any thoughts of one-boob-Meg, hello normal Meg! Although one not-so-great update is that they are pretty sure I'm having chemotherapy/radiotherapy (basically I'm totally winning cancer treatment bingo) as I am 27 with grade 3 - a.k.a. bloody speedy growing - cancer, so I get the impression they are throwing everything at me to make sure Larry has well and truly sodded off. Bring it on! I've always wondered what I'd look like bald... Guess now I'll know. Bald but alive - I'll take that.

Just waiting for a little visit to the fertility clinic to have my eggs harvested (awesome, right?) and genetic testing to work out if I have a cancer gene; like I said, I'm totally winning cancer treatment bingo.

So bring on Monday - the big radioactive dye injecting, general anaesthetic lump removing bitch of a day. Yup, I said bitch. Deal with it. Wish me luck!

Peace out, blog fans!

Love, Meg and (soon to be evicted) Larry xx

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