Monday and I wake up knowing my blood results are in so I’m immediately up and firing up the family PC so I can print out the results. Once printed I get a coffee and start to process them. I do my usual recording and coding and then read the relevant information and reflect upon what they mean for me and what I might need to do. These results are in essence a good set. Crucially the PSA has dropped again and is now lower than it has been for a year. Go me! My eGFR (kidney function) is the best its been since November 2019, once again Go me! The Urea is up but according to the information this maybe due to dehydration at the time of testing. Given that I have had COVID and been infused with an antiviral protein plus the antibiotics, coupled with my not training it not surprising that I’m dehydrated. I had actually trained for the first time in 36 days the day before my blood tests, neither had I done my usual pre bloods water loading. This affects both Urea and Platelet levels. The overall conclusion is that I need to get back to a regular exercise routine and to maintain my hydration regime. As a result I’m back to drinking water as a regular habit.

So today my agenda is set by my results. I shall train, drink water and spend time in the Shed and set about re grouting the bathroom floor. So much fun. I change into me training clothes in anticipation of training at some point. I get to the shed and settle in just in time as it throws it down with rain. I write a letter and then stop for lunch. Healthy tomato soup on the patio. The delivery from Amazon has arrived containing another tube of grout reviver so I decide t make a start on the bathroom floor.

I hate crawling around on the floor, it makes my back ache so I am quite relieved when Tesco deliver around 4 o’clock. We get the food stowed and I pack up my work stuff, the rest of the floor is a tomorrow job. I finally head for the garage and the rower. I get on board and set off. Its a terrible session, I feel knackered and under par but get through the session.

The session gets recorded and I up load the images to the laptop and update the draft blog. I slide into the evening with no plan. The plan runs to some NCIS and the Lincoln Lawyer. After two sessions of the Lincoln Lawyer I am out of spoons and retreat to bed and think about what I want to ask the oncologist at tomorrows session. A say session, in reality it will be a phone call where “he who made a pact with the devil” will be trying to end it as soon as possible and I will be trying to have a conversation about my cancer.