After nine years and well over 30-50 MRIs, Tom has his routine down. He has his outfit, his perfect juicy veins and brings his  own earplugs. He’s even memorized most the sounds and can tell what  part of the sequence it is in. I had my first MRI in over 20 years yesterday after my surgical team went to bat for me after Providence scheduling had rescheduled my MRI (yes me too!!! 😩) they were able to get me in at Clearview MRI so I could make my 5/6 surgery date. Tom told me to make sure to pee first and drink lots of water after. He forgot to warn me about the attire and I showed up in pants with a bunch of zippers on them. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Yes I am that dumb. Once I was outfitted in some sweet scrub pants a lovely man named Bill set to work digging into my one, pathetic, puny bird vein (hehehe). He expertly placed my IV and then two lovely boob wranglers showed up and put me into the Superwoman position facedown and placed each of my ladies into their designated holding cells. I’ve decided to count the number of strangers who have had to wrangle my boobs since this started and we are now up to 9. It’s humbling to say the least. They placed some safety headphones on my head and set Pandora to my requested “80’s soft rock” and we were off to the races. If you are claustrophobic, this would be a terrible experience but thankfully I am not and it was not bad at all. When the song “Under Pressure” started playing I had to fight every urge not to giggle too much so we didn’t have to start over. And just like that I was done. I felt a little dizzy from the contrast for about an hour and then I was fine. I loved Clearview and would highly recommend them if you are stuck in MRI purgatory with Providence. Today I got my call and there were no additional tumors and my remaining tumor is so small that the clip they placed at my biopsy mostly covers it. So I decided  to issue the Bird MRI challenge to Tom: we are both highly competitive individuals. I told him he needs to beat my MRI results next week with an even better  MRI-no tumor and get back to his stable streak.   With this result we are 1/3 of the way to my surgery. I need my genetic results to come back good and we need Tom’s MRI to be good too. Got some big pick me-ups with all the amazing messages, an awesome care package from my college roommate Katie and some beautiful flowers from my hairdresser and friend Theresa. We also made it out to see a great showing of Grease at our local theater Broadway Rose. Thankful for today and all of you.