Monday and I am awake quite early so I have time to view my news feeds and messages and then take my vitals. My vitals appears to be good, the blood pressure is continuing to be regular however my heart rate seems to have settled a bit. This seems to coincide with my feeling a bit better and less fatigued. I get up and cook a substantial breakfast that I take my meds with. I settle down to start the draft of the blog until my partner returns from the gym. I poem that seems to echo my up turn comes to mind.

537
There is a sunrise 
In my heart 
as suddenly my fatigue
takes flight.
Unknown forces are at work
in mind and body
as I glimpse 
my old self reappearing.
My heart rate slows,
my breathlessness eases
and for the first time in weeks
I dare to think of training 
and of trips out. 
It is the tip toeing of
the quality of life 
that sees me smile inside 
and sensing a happy heart.
This sunrise warms me 
as I trust that this is not 
a false dawn. 
I’m on the up,
and in the distance 
the death knell of chemotherapy
 tolls out. 
There has to be a life 
for it to be worthwhile
to fight to live,
and now I know 
what the balance is.

								 537 08-06-2026

My afternoon continues with reading as I try to catch up with my reading pile and to once again feed my brain. I feel like a chrysalis about to transform but have no idea what creature I will emerge as. Hopefully something colourful.

The evening goes by in a combination of tennis and an American police drama. I take my meds and go off to bed hoping my perceived improvement continues tomorrow.