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Thought I'd post an update for those of you that are still with me - if you are then thank you very muchly - today was the dreaded MRI day. I say dreaded because I see myself as one of those people with mild claustrophobia.

Well that's not strictly true, I'm going to tell you something that until now I haven't mentioned to many people; my fear isn't actually small spaces. Oh no team, my fear is particularly embarrassing. Prepare yourselves for this.

My fear is that I am stuck somewhere, like an MRI machine, when a terrible event occurs and everyone except me dies or disappears - leaving me stuck wherever I am and then I slowly succumb and die. Yup, I know, it's random but true and one of the many reasons why I was terrible at hide and seek as a child (you know, in case I got stuck in that wardrobe forever), makes sense right? Wrong. I am aware this may be one of the most unlikely events to ever happen but I cannot shut that little voice up in my head whenever I'm in an enclosed space; thanks for that, brain.

In view of this, I was particularly nervous when I arrived at Watford General this morning, this was made even worse by the two hours I then waited to be seen (due to two sick small children needing urgent MRIs - I hold no anger at the staff but it really didn't help). Then all gowned up with a cannula in place, for the MRI contrast agent they were going to pump into my veins, I was ready to go.

Side note - I honestly thought that I would be magnetic for a while and had visions of being able to control many metallic items nearby, pretty much like Magneto; sadly this is not what happens, all that did actually happen was that I felt sick for a little while. Joy.

The actual MRI was pretty OK, although I felt like I cheated a little bit as - completely unknown to me - when they do a breast/chest MRI you actually lie on your front and put your face in a ring (if you've ever had a massage it's pretty much the same thing) then they push you into the MRI head first. This meant that I couldn't actually see the tiny tube I was stuck in for the next 20-30 minutes, which was actually awesome. The only thing that wasn't great was THE NOISE. I would have loved a heads up that one of the noises an MRI machine makes sounds like it is actually alarming, like a really loud booming alarm. Apparently this is normal and not, like I thought the first time I heard it, an alarm that means the machine is malfunctioning and your death is pretty imminent. If you ever go for an MRI please remember that one thing - that booming, earth-shattering alarm noise is normal. You're welcome, future MRI-ers.

So yeah, that was that. My very specific, previously mentioned fear was kept at bay by me deciding that if the machine was making noise it meant somebody in the other room was pressing a button; this meant at least one person was still alive. If you have anything to do with MRIs and you know that there isn't a button that needs to be held down for it to work, please don't tell me. It's the only thing that stopped me pushing the panic button they very nicely placed in my hand. Proud of myself doesn't even cover it.

Next Wednesday is the big results day, wish me luck! It's basically when they will tell me whether we're going for lump removal surgery or the whole one-boob-Meg mastectomy. What a day to look forward to, eh? Also, if I do have a mastectomy and you actually call me one-boob-Meg I warn you now that I will definitely punch you, hard. And you will deserve it.

Peace out, blog fans.

Love, Meg and Larry xx

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