I had my once-a-year routine breast MRI last week. It was my second ever MRI. My first was last year after finding out I am a carrier of a BRCA gene variant a few months earlier. The day of the scan came — and went. It wasn’t easy, but I got through it. I didn’t faint, throw up or have a panic attack in the middle of the MRI tunnel (all the things I was secretly afraid of). I had survived my first breast MRI a year ago, I knew I could do it again, and I knew it would be easier to manage the second time around. And it was. But nevertheless, MRI’s are not fun, even at the best of times.