Wednesday and I wake after a good nights sleep. Its mid morning by the time I get up and make a plain breakfast and take my morning meds. My first job of the day is to fill my drugs dossetes for the next couple of weeks. Its a fiddly job but keeps me on track with my drugs and helps maintain a structure to keep me organised. In the background people are throwing themselves about on snow boards on a half pipe. Eventually I get dressed in fresh clothes and tidy away the drugs packages and then order more meds and hand sanitiser from Amazon. I catch the news, which I have not seen for days. It turns out that there is a big shooting in Canada, nine dead and some injured. While in London a thirteen year old is being quizzed for stabbing two youths. So the world is still violent and senseless. Amongst this the usual sacking of football managers and political mud throwing.

For the first time in a while I write, prompted by my reading of Dante’s Divine Comedy. Apparently “Comedy” in the its fourteenth century meaning is the opposite of tragedy. It is the journey from pain and sorrow to joy and salvation, so Dante’s journey through hell to purgatory and then to heaven fits the genre.

496
It feels like I should write,
my being is low 
there should be poems.
Chemo bites hard,
my energy low,
my anxieties high.
A recipe for words,
but no, I am mute,
all I can hope for is 
comedy as Dante wrote,
to end in joy and triumph. 

						496 11-02-2026

I start my afternoon drafting the blog and assessing the weather. It rains and while it rains I cannot get to my rain terrace and guttering that I am going to adapt. Today the men’s ice hockey gets under way, which I shall be watching in an array of my own ice hockey jerseys. As it happens my youngest daughter rings me and we chat about how the household is doing in terms of recovery and agree that we will not be ready to receive guests this coming weekend, perhaps next weekend. We chatted cars and M.O.Ts for a while and the pros and cons of new tyres alongside new com rods. Of course we talked about the grandsons and how they are. After talking to me she rang my partner for, I guess, a similar conversation.

My evening progresses with snow boarding and football, but I find myself nodding off as I still have a sleep deficit. Eventually I draft the last bit of the blog and settle down to the rest of my evening before I go to bed hoping for another good nights sleep.