CHEMO 11 DAY 271

Fight, and then fight again.

Tuesday and I wake, to find my partner has gone to work. My eldest daughter manages to pop her head round the door wielding her crutches and looking sleepy. I do my vitals and get up to clear the kitchen and make breakfast so that I can take my meds. While my eldest daughter sorts out life with crutches I get on with chores like feeding the squirrels and searching for the lost garden key safe. I eventually locate the missing safe and find a new location for it. There is a lot of email and message traffic to deal with today. It is poetry stanza day on Saturday so there are poems to download and organise. There are lots of messages from people who I did a writing course with some years ago. It seems that I am not alone in publishing things. By lunchtime I seem to have done a lot of admin. I make lunch for myself and my eldest daughter. I am just clearing things away when I get a call from a friend who is returning from a dental appointment. We are able to chat for a short time and compare notes about how we are. As I am not in a good enough state to go to York next week we agree to have a coffee and cake zoom call next week.

I go to the post office to pick up a paper, some sweets and Ibuprofen for my eldest daughter, who when I get home joins me in the lounge. We watch Oppenheimer, a long film but beautifully constructed and worth its Oscars. By the time my partner returns home Oppenheimer still has a bit to go. When it does finish, I check my emails and find the first draft of my second collection of poems has arrived. On checking I find there area substantial number of poems missing so I check what I sent and then email the publishers. They are quick to come back with an apology and promise to get it put right. Things are moving fast. The family eats tea and we watch the end of Under the Banner of Heaven and the end of the Arsenal match. My family go to bed and draft the blog. It feels like I have been busy but I’m not quite sure where it is all going, I still haven’t made any headway in terms of getting fitter. Tomorrow I must make a serious effort.

Something to look forward to.