Sunday and I wake up feeling relatively okay. I make warm drinks for my partner and I and then take my vitals.. They are reasonable, so I move on. I decide that dodgy kidney or not I will train today, I also decide after some reading that if push come to shove I will catheterise to see whether or not I am retaining urine or not. As I have the skills it seems a reasonable option and it would put control back in my hands and would tell me whether the enlargement of my kidney is due to a blockage between the kidney and the bladder or between the bladder and outside world caused by pressure from an enlarged prostate on the urethra. I shall be interested to see how that goes down with the oncology bloke or who ever I eventually get to see in urology. So with a strategy to give me back a modicum of control I can focus on the fact that my chemotherapy medication and steroids is not working so will need to see what the oncology boys and girls have to say on Wednesday. Going to be a big week.

I get up and into my training gear before having bacon sandwich and fruit juice alongside my morning meds. While I settle down I bring my blood pressure data base up to date and work out the cycle averages in readiness for Wednesday’s review. So far my blood pressure averages are holding good. Time to get into the garage and get a decent rowing session in. I strap my self down and set the session for 45 minutes. I have a pace setter broadcast in my ears as I get going. Its a tough but good session and I put my current condition out of my head and just keep a good pace going. At the end I smash my 9 kilometre standard by over a kilometre and I have burned off more than 600 calories. No bad for a bloke who was being considered for a hospital call in.

I record the session in my journal and after a drink and a bit of a rest I set about storing the unused floor tiling in the garage and then putting the books and ornaments back into the office. It all goes to plan, and I realise that some of the best literature in the word sits in the small book case in the office. It reminds me that I need to get back to some solid reading. I am running out of energy so take a shower and settle down to watch Wales v Argentina, which the Argentines romp. The evening approaches and soon its time to settle down to the Strictly results and the drafting of the blog.

Of course there is a Tesco order to finalise and I have to get ready for tomorrow’s 28 day jab and this time there is B12 to be stuck in my arm as well. Its the start of an important few days, I think there is going to be some tricky decisions to be made over the days to come. My concern is that I will not be given the time to think about it. Medics are not keen on taking the patient’s views into account, it interrupts the industrialised process of medicine.