Monday and I sleep heavily in the morning but my partner brings me hot water and toast as I struggle to the surface. I do my vitals, which are all good and then decide to shower. The shower is refreshing but is expensive in terms of energy, but I finally emerge with clean hair and clothes, only to heat up again with the effort. A pot of herbal very berry tea cools me down as I sit on the sofa, take my morning meds and start todays blog. It feels like today is going to be an effort already but I am determined to do something even if I am not sure what it is to be yet.

During the day I up date the family tree with the information that a relative has sent to me about the Scottish branch of the family. With this done I draft a letter to the relative thanking him for the information and sharing with him some of the current family information that is going on. We are preparing to do tea when my eldest rings to say that her ankle has pained her so badly that the doctor has told her to go to the hospital to have it looked at. So the evening is a long conversation on WhatsApp as she taxi’s to the hospital and goes through the process of going from A&E and onto the injuries clinic to be given pain killers and an x-ray. So as the Tesco order gets brought in and Squirreled away and we continue to watch the series about the Mormon murder. At last my eldest has an X-ray and sits and waits for the results. I wait anxiously to know the outcome.

Eventually my partner and I boot up and drive to the hospital to collect our eldest daughter as she has chipped a bone in her ankle and is now on crutches. The journey goes smoothly and our injured one is sitting in a wheel at A&E reception. We load her into the back of the car and drive home. Food and drink follows and I catch up with the blog, take my chemo meds and go to bed. That’s quite enough excitement for one day and enough perturbation in my universe.