Saturday and I wake up feeling a bit better. My partner and I have breakfast before she goes off to have her feet pampered. For my part I do chores and take my vitals, good again. By the time I’ve got my washing in my partner has returned and we go for hot chocolate at our local garden centre. My partner and I chat about how I am and the possibilities of seeking a second opinion about my cancer. In our conversation I noted that the message from the medics is that they have no cure and that it is all about palliative care, it feels like hope is torn away all the time. We return home and I settle down to watch the rugby matches and sort my washing.

Its a quiet evening of more rugby, food and a really violet film before I take my night meds and I take myself to bed. Its been a slow day as I try to build my confidence up again. At some point I need to decide to get back on the rower, but in the meantime I need to look after myself.