Tuesday and I wake up feeling that I need to train again to keep my fitness going. My partner is up and getting ready to go for a physio appointment. I check my vitals, which are good and then I get up and into my training kit. A quick breakfast, and a check of my social media and I slowly make my way to the garage and the rower. I strap myself onto the machine, plug in some music in my ears and then I get on with a brisk session for thirty minutes. This is a fast and sweaty session as I listen to a training podcast. At the end of my thirty minutes I am spent and out of spoons (energy), however I have cracked 6 kilometres, 400 calories and a 1000 strokes. That is good after yesterdays lack lustre session.

I record the session and then sit and listen to several Radio 2 comedy programmes, Heresy, The News Quiz and The Unbelievable Truth sipping Red Bull before having the energy to have a shower and trim my beard. I have no energy or inclination to do anything other than sit on the recliner and draft the blog. I’ve already completed the update of my blood pressure figures ready for tomorrows oncology review. I do not think the oncology team will think I need much beyond another three cycles of Enzalutamide. My PSA has risen twice since December 2024 by 0.8 so I do not think they are going to be excited or bothered about that, my blood pressure average for cycle 25 is 121/73, so they will be happy with that. I am getting more back ache which might signal an increase in the size of the tumour on my spine or it could just be me getting older in combination with the rowing. The most they might consider is a bone scan as its 15 months since my last one. All this considered I suspect tomorrows review call will be short. I must be one of their successes and they are probably snowed under with a lot of people who are far worse off than me.

The evening starts with a plain pasta tea and then I look to see if my edit of The Cancer Years: Ordinary Brave has been received and worked on. I am eager to see what the team at Ruler’s Wit come up with as a book cover and how they interpret my ideas about a Rene Magritte style front cover. There is TV to watch, the current series being Murder at the End of the World. Its been a rainy day, second one on the trot so the garden, with its new plants, is enjoying. The night meds are taken, the night finger splint is strapped on and I go to bed wondering if the oncology review will go as I think it will. There seems few other options according to the arithmetic.