CYCLE 4 DAY 21

Today has been another lazy day, starting with a late breakfast with the family around the table. We talked about the arrangements that need to be made for a civil partnership and all the details that have to be dealt with. There is a lot of discussion to be had and some practical arrangements but at least we know now what needs to be done and in what order. As lunch time approached it was time for my youngest daughter and her boyfriend to drive home leaving us to continue our researches.

 I spent some time on the computer chasing information until I got bored with the process and went out to fill the car and play musical cars so that my car was ready to use tomorrow. Once filled and road ready I took my partner to the garden centre to buy food for tonight. On returning I worked out my route to the funereal I am going to tomorrow after I have been to see my oncologist and get signed off for cycle 5. My blood results are good enough for me to continue so tomorrow’s meeting with “he who made a pact with the devil” should be short and sweet, providing of course we can get in and out of the hospital car park.

 It is a noon funereal so with luck there should be plenty of time for me to get to it. It is the funeral of a friend and colleague who I provided clinical supervision for, for many years, and who was part of my team when we opened a therapeutic community in 2000. He died on the last day of October in hospital at the early age of 58. He was a good man and will be missed greatly by me and the network of friends he was part of. This means of course that part of my day is getting my clothes ready. I shall be turning up at the oncologists in my funeral clothes, which knowing my oncologist will probably prompt him to offer me anti depressants.

 My evening has been all eating and television before and early night in order to face the day tomorrow. I’m aware of a growing back log of books to read and Christmas chores to be done but it is all eased by the smell of freshly cooked Christmas cakes that pervades the house at the moment and the happy memories of the weekends baking activity and after dinner dice games. No gym, but I shall make that up during the week as I pump the poison round and drink copious amounts of water.  All part of keeping direction.