Thursday, I’m up early and having toast and coffee before de-icing the cars so my partner can go to the physiotherapist. I notice that I am still sore from Tuesdays injection. I then go to my work meeting, first one of the year with the team. Its a useful meeting and goes well. Just before the end I get a call which I take. By the time the call comes to an end the team are all leaving the meeting. I do some admin tasks and then get myself off to the gym.

Its another session on the cross trainer for an hour which burns off 727 calories and takes me 8.4 kilometres. Unusually the bar is open so I have lunch at the club and do a Tesco order before driving home and heading to the Shed. I spend the rest of the afternoon writing letters and then getting them to the post office before collection time. So evening arrives along with my favourite tuna pasta. My partner settles into her singing lesson and I start to go through my poems looking for possible candidates to enter into competitions. There are three possible competitions to enter in the immediate future. Its a strange world, so I have been looking through my poems for ones that are less than 10 lines and between 11 and 50. Eventually my rummaging comes to an end and my partners lesson ends. We spend time watching “Hope Street” until my partner goes to bed and I write the blog. So today feels like it has been busy and partially productive. I’ve kept myself busy as a distraction from the fact that tomorrow is the second anniversary of completing chemo therapy. The therapy that was sold to me on the basis that it would prolong my life by 18 months. Well I’m still here, so what’s next? I guess I just keep wining till I don’t.