I TOLD the girls that I needed to go for bloods in advance of my biopsy. I was feeling down, tired, anxious. Susie offered to take me to hospital after we met the girls for lunch.

We all met at the Countryside Centre. It was lovely. I apologised for not being myself.

Now, I loathe blood tests but I ‘just get on with it’. For some reason I had a feeling things weren't going to go well today. I started to get more anxious.

My vein was prodded for ages (I HATE that bit), then the needle went in – I flinched badly (I don't normally) and then the prodding again, I closed my eyes and started deep breathing then he uttered the magic words '"t's not working, I'm going to have to try somewhere else'."

He took out the needle and that was it. Everything I’d been bottling up since re-diagnosis came flooding out. I was practically inconsolable, the nurses must have wondered what on earth was wrong.

Susie put her arms around me and I sobbed my heart out.

Another nurse then tried. All I wanted to do was run away and shout "No" but I knew I had to have it done.

Suze stayed with me, held my hand and helped me breathe through it. The nurse dug it right in as my veins still weren't playing, but when she was finally done I broke down and sobbed again.

To be fair, it's the first time I've cried since my re-diagnosis, and it had to happen at some point.

Suze took me out into the corridor. "Do you want to come for a brew and a biscuit at mine?"

"Yes please," I replied. Nothing that a good old cuppa can't fix. It's just what I needed and felt so much better afterwards.

We are #TeamGirls.