Saturday and I wake to a dull day. My partner makes me coffee quickly followed by a coffee. We are about to leave to go into town and the post arrives. I have an nhs letter, which I am not expecting. I open it and find I have an appointment with the radiotherapy team in May. So prior to my oncology review next Tuesday the team have already decided on the basis of my PETT-CT scan that they are going to offer me something. It feels unexpected and unbalancing. We go into town and return goods to a shop and then have coffee and cannoli at a little Italian café.
My partner and I return to the shops to pick up some gift tokens for up coming birthdays. We return to the Italian café for lunch where we chat about what we are going to do in the foreseeable future. On returning home to the village it is still full of cars from the traveller funeral that had been taking place. The afternoon is spent going through the paper work that was brought back from my sisters house in London. There are receipts for jewellery and objects that we had not found in the house, so I will need to instruct the solicitor accordingly soon.
When no more paper work can be done I watch some athletics before I go and train for the first time in 10 days. I row for 45 minutes and it goes reasonably well. I at least burn 600+ calories.
After a quick tea I settle down to seek out my latest blood results. I find them and eventually get them caste up in a grid as usual. The headline is that my PSA has risen again and this time it is faster than before. Velocity is everything and mine is increasing. So now it seems that a radiotherapy appointment in May seems a tad casual and laid back. The rest of the results appear to me to be average or thereabouts.
Frankly after the last few days I am not sure I care or at least not in the same way. I shall train, eat sensibly, most of the time and read. I shall spend Shed time, write letters but before all that I shall bury my sister and then see what happens. My evening drifts as I draft the blog and watch the days football highlights. It seems a packed day, and I am not sure where I am in it, so its night meds and bed for me.
