Thursday the 30th of December. A shit day. One of those days when everything seems to be against a serene and peaceful life. With my partners carer in the hospital with a broken ankle my partner spends a day with her brother trying to find a solution to her mothers twenty hour care. The boiler fails again and that needs to be sorted. My oncology review goes as quickly as usual but ends with my prediction coming true. I am prescribed three more cycles of chemo and a scan in the new year. There is a lot of admin to do around my sisters estate. By the evening everyone is tired and retire early to bed.

Friday starts with difficult thoughts about the day before and decisions to be reviewed and changed. I ring the boiler folk who agree to send an engineer in the afternoon. I get up take my meds and start to try and organise myself as my partner prepares for another difficult day. I get ready for the boiler person to arrive and start to finalise some of the solicitor paper work that needs doing. My partner and her brother work on finding suitable care for their mother and the boiler man turns up early. Eventually a trip to the post office sees the end of the solicitor admin. Later my partner returns. The evening comes around quickly and the tiredness of the past two days catch up with me. I draft a short blog, compact and a reflection of the fatigue of the last two days. I take my meds and go to bed knowing that tomorrow there is an effort needed to prepare the house to possibly receive the injured carer as a house guest for a while. It is going to continue to be a busy and challenging day.