Wednesday and I wake early knowing my partner is going to see her mother in hospital today, however once she has gone I fall back to sleep again and wake mid morning. I check my vitals which at the moment are a bit erratic, sometimes average and at others elevated and I cannot work out why they are varying. I get up and get into my training gear before making my standard two toast and Marmite breakfast. My morning meds slip down and then I am doing odd jobs like bringing in the bins and emptying others. I check my messages and social media and respond where appropriate. There are a couple of quick calls with my partner who is with her brother and carer at the hospital as they try desperately to sort out the future plan for my partners mother. Eventually I get to the garage and get myself ready to row my days twenty minutes. With my ear buds in I set off to the sound of a Pace Setter track. It feels smoother that yesterday as I just ignore the rowing and focus on the beat of the track. At the end of the session I am pleased to note it is my best yet.

I am really pleased with the distance, it is 497 metres more than I managed on the first session 8 days ago and 32 more calories, which in calorie terms is good. This is about a 15% improvement. I have to keep doing the figures as it provides me with feedback and hence the motivation to keep going. Of course being me I am already looking to either upping the resistance level back up to 4 or to extend the session by 5 or 10 minutes. All of this is about how it affects my bloods on Friday and on my response to the chemotherapy, so the next few days are important.

I sit on the garden swing seat with an orange Lucozade and watch the squirrel feed himself from the squirrel feeder. The magnolia remains beautiful and a real fillip to the soul.

Despite it being sunny the wind is chill so I retreat to the sofa and start to draft the blog. Not long after my partner returns from the hospital along with the carer. Its been a long day at the hospital and a frustrating one by the sound of it, with different professionals giving different answers to the same questions and making different discharge plans in the absence of any care plan. So it looks like there is going to be an ongoing dialogue to sort out a credible discharge plan.

Late afternoon arrives and I finally change out of my training gear and ease into the evening . There is young Sherlock to finish. I plan an early night so that tomorrow I can train early and be ready to go and see show in the evening. It will be the first night out I have had in quite a while.