Friday and I wake up late. I am surprised that its gone 10am. I did not expect to sleep this deeply. I quickly check my messages and newsfeeds and then measure my vitals. My blood pressure is good but my heart rate is still elevated. Out of interest I weigh myself and find I have lost weight, about a kilo and a half. I put it down to no sweets and Lucozade for a while. I finally get up and make myself breakfast. It seems I have fallen into a habit of cheese omelettes and peeled tomatoes, which seems to sustain me well till the evening meal. With a late breakfast done I sort out the outstanding window cleaner debt and then settle down to watch the men’s semi finals at the Paris open tennis. Its not hugely inspiring so I draft the blog as I wait for the Tesco order to arrive.

Today is yet another rest day. It feels like I am not recovering as I thought I might on a reduced chemo dosage. It is disappointing but I have no other option but to keep going. I cannot see my going for another cycle unless there is a a big decrease in my PSA as a result of the current cycle. It seems to me that my next move is to get some Quality of Life for as long as possible.

Today the England women’s football team play Spain in a world cup qualifier, so my evening is taken care of. In the meantime I continue to wait for Tesco and for the garden guy to turn up and begin to tidy up the garden, probably by mowing the lawns and doing some weeding. So there will be a burst of activity and then I shall retreat back to my resting.

Well Tesco turned up but the garden guy did not. As for the England football team, they got their arses handed to them with a four nil defeat. I close the evening with my meds and a relatively early night.