Wednesday and I wake up to the sounds of the house at work and finally get up. I do not feel great and notice my PSI score has dropped below 100 so I know I am going to have to train today. I settle down with a dish of muesli (cholesterol friendly) and go through my emails and find there is work to be done on my sisters estate. Not a big deal but it took time. I watch another Harvard Justice lecture and then I set about cleaning the filters in the dishwasher, all I can say is that Daisy has been letting herself go . Once I had done the nasty bits I set off on a cleaning cycle. These are some of the mundane things that fill my days. I do not think I am unique but I am either desperate for folk to know it or I have a sense that great portions of humanities time is spent on such things but no one wants to face the fact that their lives are not a continuous stream of exciting and interesting activities. Of course we all know it but I guess I feel that my cancer makes me notice. Difficult to explain really, I will leave it with you.

I go to the Shed and spend time making a video letter. Occasionally I do this if I feel estranged from my pens and ink. Any way I complete the letter and transfer it to a USB and pop it into an envelope. Yes I know what you are thinking, “why doesn’t he send it as an email attachment or e document.” Its simple really I just do not think its the same as finding an envelope on the doorstep like a real letter. So I send them through the mail, I think its a win win. Any way having prepared the envelope I pack up the Shed and return to the house and then I go to the post office to send off me voice letter. In a moment of spontaneity I decide to walk down to the co-op to pick up pasta and strawberries for my tea tonight as the rest of the household are all out. Once home and the family are out I get myself into my kit and go to the garage. Its time to row, so I set myself up for a 45 minute row which if I am lucky will get me over the 100PSI level I need. So I set off and immediately have a moment of regret, this is going to be a bitch of a session. So I guess I try to compensate and go at it a bit more than I feel capable of. By the end of the 45 minutes I am knackered and very hot. The good news is that I have reached my normal distance and calorie burn, go me.

I’m so hot post training and wonder around with my nothing but my neck fan on trying to cool down. Once I finally get cooled down I throw on kimono and cook my pasta and prepare a dish of strawberries. I settle down and eat while watching a poor Sly Stallone film made for teenagers, really very odd. The family return home and drift off to bed as I draft the blog. Tomorrow is my cancer review, by phone of course, and I have been doing my homework. I’ve worked out my average blood pressure over my three cycles so far and updated my bloods. The aim is to convince he who made a pact with the devil to prescribe my chemo drugs in a three month block. It would make my cancer admin a bit easier and enable going away from home easier. I take my night meds and make my way to bed.