Saturday and it gone now. The only thing that matters is that I managed to get my next three cycles of chemo pills from the hospital pharmacy. The journey in was a nightmare drive and my partner was a hero dealing with the constantly unsigned road closures as we endeavoured to find our way to the hospital carpark. On the way back we stopped for a late lunch at a local garden centre. I was overtaken with the urge for a cheeseburger and fries. It was one of those experiences were the fantasy was better than the reality. Once home it is all Olympics and a binge watch of the High Country to its bitter end. I fill my drugs wallets for the next two weeks, take my night meds and go to bed late hoping that being tired I will sleep.

Sunday and its sunny but I am up early after a disturbed night and reading the book that a friend has sent me. After I mentioned in the blog that I had been offered statins and declined them two friends responded. One shared her experience of being pressured by her GP to consider Statins but backed off when she asked for the evidence that they work. My other friend has sent me a book called The Great Cholesterol Con by Dr Malcolm Kendrick. It is a thought provoking read and I spend most of my sunny day reading it, either on the patio or later in doors sheltering from the sun.

I read through to the early evening when I have a nap and check my blood pressure, which is unusually elevated. I take to the recliner and draft the blog before the closing ceremony of the Olympics. Tomorrow brings the hospital appointment to have my abdominal lumps scanned and explored so tonight I rest, take my meds and will go to bed hoping for sleep.