Tuesday and I wake groggy but to the sound of a lawn mower in the front garden. My partner brings me toast and then takes my eldest daughter to the local physio. My GP rings me to tell me he has talked to the Prostate Cancer nurse who is going to ring. No sooner than he as put the phone down than the nurse rings me. We have a chat and at the end of it she books me into see their urology “stone” specialist. So next week I am off to see the urologists. I get up and make coffee for my garden guy. Its a quick chat before I get on with making the drawings for the garden after the drive and patio work is done in April. I take my meds and by the time my partner returns I have completed the garden drawings to give to garden guy.

My problems with my pains on going to the toilet seem to have eased but me being me I start a chart and start recording frequency and intensity of pain on a ten point scale. I try to settle down and rest. During this the family pursue the brick and slab samples that will be used to upgrade the patio. After some discussion we make our choices. My partner goes to tell the neighbours about the work and returns to say they are okay with it, not that the work will impinge upon them apart from noise and dust for a period of time. There is a period of everyone resting and finding a space.

While sipping warm drinks and nibbling biscuits my eldest daughter goes off with her niece to the cinema and I and my partner sort out a takeaway. My partner and I are still very disappointed that we had to abort our Spa break yesterday and are trying to balance rest and continuing to find things that we can do. The evening starts with the wait for our food and then we settle down for a quiet evening of more Designated Survivor. I take my night chemo and go to bed. Despite my tiredness I am pleased that I have got through the day without pain killers, perhaps the antibiotics have kicked in. It all feels like a rollercoaster at the moment.