Wednesday and I wake late and realise there is no world cup football to watch. I have breakfast, take my meds, do my vitals and then head for the Shed in sunshine. I clean my inkwells and settle down to write a letter. Outside the Shed door the first Hibiscus bloom I’ve been able to grow flowers outside.

I finish my letter and then lunch with my partner before she goes off to see her mother. I return to the Shed and sit for a while until I write a poem. I close the Shed up and then take my letter to the post office after which I do small chores and wait for my partners return . When she does return we sit on the garden swing seat and talk over family business. We eat tea and I watch football in the evening. It has been the rest day I promised myself. I draft the blog and take my night drugs. Tomorrow is my oncology review so I shall rise early and prepare my data and my questions. The aim is another cycle of Chemo. Who would have thought that this would become a life ambition. Soon I will need to start to train and re-engage with the world.