Just a quickie (pahahaha quickie!)

And it's goodbye from him...

I couldn't let this evening pass without allowing Larry to say a final farewell to you all; tomorrow is operation day and therefore the day that we will go our separate ways. Larry - or Lazza, arsehole, Lumpy McBoob, he has been dubbed many names along the way - and I have gone through an emotional roller-coaster these past forty three days (I say we - I'm pretty sure a cancerous lump doesn't have any emotions but go with it, OK?) but I have to say I'm pretty happy that he's leaving.

Tomorrow I am being injected with radioactive dye in the morning (so they can scan me and establish which lymph nodes they need to remove and test for cancer) then the big operation is in the afternoon, followed by an overnight stay and finally I'll be home and Larry free! Although a small part of me will miss our (very much one-sided) chats, I guess I'll just have to name a body part and talk to that instead - how does Norman the knee sound?

So, I guess I'll see you all on the other side! Wish me luck!

Love, Meg and (for the final time) Larry xx

P.S. I totally have shaved my legs and painted my toenails for this operation. Who does that? I just hope someone in the operating theatre thinks to themselves "Wow, her toenails are awesome and her legs are so smooth!" Then at least it wasn't all for nothing...

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The wonderful world of pre op.

Good evening blog fans!

I know I've kept you waiting a few days for an update on the crazy world of Meg and Larry but worry not, it's finally here! Now, I apologise in advance about this post as there really isn't that much to tell you all; don't stop reading just yet though, I promise I'll try to make you smile anyway.

I have mainly spent my time distracting myself by making things for my upcoming wedding. Yes it is still upcoming, nothing is being stopped because of Larry. He can get lost, we're still getting married in 2018 and it's still going to be awesome - shabby chic awesome to be exact. Worst case scenario is that I am bald and that just means I get to wear an awesome wig, right? Right.

The other thing I have been doing, embarrassingly, is telephoning the poor Macmillan breast care nurses with any and every question that pops into my head. I honestly bet those lovely ladies regret giving me their phone number now, I can almost hear them inwardly sighing when they realise it's me, but they have been absolutely amazing and are currently resisting actually outwardly sighing - which would be very awkward. In all seriousness I cannot fault them at all - big up those nurses. When this is all over (which it totally will be) I am 100% fundraising for Macmillan, they deserve it.

Now for the proper update, and the reason I have written this post - today was my pre-operation assessment appointment, which was pretty standard; height, weight, blood pressure, health questionnaire etc etc. Nothing much to report on except two things: firstly the staff at St Albans hospital are amazing, I have not met anyone yet who I haven't liked so a big thank you to them all; secondly (and maybe most importantly) today I found out that I HAVE SHRUNK! By two centimetres! What is that about?!? Talk about kicking me when I'm down, eh? Thanks for that, gravity. Warren thoroughly loved that, he made sure he mentioned it a good few times during the car journey home!

So, ta dah! That's my update for you so far. Tune in next week as I'll be discussing my MRI (fun topic, right?) and the experience of, what I imagine it will be like having not had one before, being squeezed in a machine like a tube of toothpaste. Miss it and miss out!

Also if I haven't made you smile yet, like I promised I would - here's one of my favourite terrible jokes:

What did the cheese say when it looked in the mirror?

Halloumi.

You're welcome, feel free to reuse that one.

Love, Meg and Larry xx

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