Thursday and I wake up feeling decidedly sluggish but I get up and have breakfast with my morning meds, noting that my doesetttes are now empty. My partner goes off to the gym and although I had intended to row I get into my gardening clothes and head for my garden shed. I spend time raking over the bald patch on the lawn where the old plastic green house stood. With the earth raked I sprinkle grass over it and then rake it in, finally giving it a light covering of compost and a watering. I can do no more. I move onto the front lawn and use the rest of the seed to try and perk up the bald patches. With the sowing done I store the garden furniture cushions and lock them away. I’m now out of energy and need to rest so I settle down with cold drink and read a letter from a friend that has arrived in the morning post. Its always a pleasure to get letter and this one was no different. Time to fill my dosettes, a ritual I go through every two weeks, these ones will see me though my visit to York and into Cycle 30 of my chemo.

My partner returns and we have a sandwich for lunch. I get a message telling me that my next cycle of drugs and my steroids will be ready to collect from the hospital pharmacy next Tuesday. So I will be picking those up on Thursday when I return from visiting York. My partner and I go to the local garden centre to pick up food and when I return there is just time to package up some copies of the anthology and get over to the post office before collection time. I now have truly run out of energy ad slide into the evening eating tea on the way. I start to draft the blog against the background of a TV film. The evening passes and I head for my evening meds and hopefully some sleep. Tomorrow I need to train.