Sunday and a slow start as after breakfast my partner goes to the gym and I putter about. I do very little other than write a letter to a friend, but I cannot get the printer to work, so I have a challenge ahead of me tomorrow. I check my vitals and then carry on with my day doing nothing in particular till the evening rolls around and I share a meal with the family and watch TV in the evening. Of course this is all about reaching the evening, doing the Tesco order and then preparing for tomorrow, for tomorrow is jab Monday. That means not only taking my chemo but taking the prophylactic paracetamol to stave off the jabs side effects. I know that the jab gives me a couple of tricky days so I think my Sunday has been deliberately quiet to prepare. So one of those apparently mundane days that has the under current of cancer running through it. Tomorrow will see how well I manage the walk to the GP as it was the walk round the village that induced the last bout of blood in my urine so I am understandably cautious.