Friday, a tired day with no energy, so the day came and went. The hedgehog food disappeared again but no sign on the camera of the hog, Ninja is living up to his/her name. I cooked a curry for the evening meal, that was about all I could contribute.

Saturday and I wake up in time to be up by the time my youngest daughter. The family have breakfast together around the family table. After much chat and catching up the rest of the family go off to the local Bird Garden on the edge of the village while I set about relaying the excavated area of the office floor. It’s tricky to put the jigsaw together but I eventually I get there. Once again, the office is back in order. In putting things back I dump another bag of my old working life. I retreat to the garden seat to recover as I am dripping sweat from the effort. I further recover by watching England women football team qualify for the world cup next year by beating Austria 2-0. The family eat dinner together and chat further. By the end of the meal I am wiped out and need to go for a nap. I’m awake again by 10:30 in time to watch Match of the Day and Brentford getting a 5-2 win against Leeds. I try to catch up with the blog before taking my meds and getting back to bed. Tomorrow we are all celebrating my partners mothers 94th birthday so we need to up and away to hers by 1 o’clock.

Today has been my three-year anniversary since my first session of chemotherapy. It’s been an interesting and demanding three years. All in all it’s been a tricky three years with COVID sticking its nose in but I’ve survived. It gets tougher as time goes on as witnessed by my struggle for energy, my battle with my weight, my meds induced body change and the effort to remain in the fight. Still yet to get a poem published.