Monday. Jab Monday. I wake, get up to a quick shower and a dash to the GP surgery having downed my meds and prophylactic paracetamol. I make it with two minutes to go clutching the jab box. I get sat down to be immediately called by the nurse. The nice nurse who takes her time and tries not to leave a lump. Today it stings like hell and feels sore straight away. I go home and eat a muesli breakfast and a coffee. I get to the Shed as quickly as possible and load up a new nib in a new holder and start to write letters. I find that my beautiful writing paper and envelopes came in a strange ratio. 2 sheets of paper to each envelope! Who writes a four side letter, and if you use proper ink two sheets. The result is that I have written lots of pretty letters and now have a surplus of pretty envelopes. Lunch arrives and I snack before doing a zoom meeting for work. Its relatively short but there is knock on work to do after it. Taking a break I go to the post office to post my letters and buy a fresh supply of stamps. I catch up with some recording and then set about cooking a curry for this evenings tea. I like the preparation and the creation. The final concoction is left to bubble for an hour. We eat tea and settle for the evening. My friend calls and we have a brief chat about the rigours of child raising and how some days can be more demanding than others. I am reminded to write a question list for the oncologist tomorrow in order to avoid them hitting and running in the shortest possible time. I start to write the blog against the background of new season NCIS until the Tesco delivery arrives. A flurry of activity ad then its back to the blog. Tomorrow I get my scan results, I will have data on which to decide how things are and what my options might be. Tomorrow may go from “Its as good as it gets” to “This could be the last time”.