Sunday and I wake to find it pouring with rain so I take my time getting up. I check my vitals first before breakfasting and then getting ready to go and find a Christmas turkey. I drive my partner to our local garden centre in pouring rain where we head for the in house butcher. We select what we require for Christmas and put our order in. Before we leave we collect some other food and veg and then drive home in the unrelenting rain.

Back home I put my washing in and settle down to watch football and rugby. I have things to do but frankly I find myself lacking motivation, tomorrow is my injection day and by mid afternoon I have started to take some paracetamol. This is part of my routine that ameliorates the side effects of the injection. I am expecting to have a rough two or three days as a result of the interaction between my injection and the chemo. It will be a time when I try to rest and finish off my Christmas shopping over the net. Apart for a face to face conversation with my youngest daughter and sorting out my dried washing I do nothing this Sunday. For now I ease my way into the evening with a little more rugby and Strictly. I feel uneasy and anxious about the coming couple of days but rely on my routines to see me through.