Tuesday and I wake to a departing household, physiotherapist and gym. I make a plain breakfast, take my morning meds and watch the BBC news channel. Its all Iran. I pop my washing into the machine and then I set about filling my drug dosettes for the next two weeks, which means it covers the start of my next chemo cycle, cycle 5, (the half way point). I have to pay careful attention as I have to eke out the daily steroids to get me to the next cycle when I will get more. The dosettes get filled and I recheck them at least twice so I know I have everything in the right order. By lunchtime I am fully organised, washing done and away, drugs sorted, and my mind wanders to amuse itself.
It is a while since I have blogged on the poetry website, http://prost8kancerman.com. So I begin to think about what might to the site. I notice in a news feed that a serving prisoner has an art exhibition in London. The name is familiar so I have a look at the article and find the person in question has at some point published poetry. I go on an internet hunt for the volume but find that everywhere says the book is unavailable. After a long search I find a copy, over priced, but I indulge myself, so with luck I shall be able to write the blog I want to about prison poets and/or poetry. Its is a mini project that will keep my mind ticking over and produce some sort of out put. My partner returns from the gym and whisks me away to the garden centre where I can indulge in a sausage sandwich and a real coffee. Of course with mothers day looming it was a good opportunity for my partner to buy a suitable floral bucket to take to her mothers when she next visits. Back home I catch up with the blog and plan my evening. There is a lot of European football on TV tonight but there is a limit to how much I can watch before I get bored, so I am guessing there will be more Brokenwood Mysteries to watch. My “to do” list is growing and one of the jobs is to take the petrol station and clean the car using the super “do everything” car cleaning bay, so tomorrow when my partner is visiting her mother I shall head for the array of pressure washers and give Elsie ( the car ) a good cleaning. Elsie has been with me now for 7 months and has now just over 2000 miles on her clock from where she started at 95. She is siting on the drive with a full tank waiting for us to take her on a journey, so once I can get the chemo rechallenge out of the way by mid July we shall be off somewhere.
