Monday, I am up early to make breakfast and take my morning meds as my partner goes to the gym. I take my car to he garage and run it through the car wash and check the tyres. Having topped up the tank I drive home for a quick change of clothes. At lunch time I go to the GP surgery and have my 28 day jab, a B12 jab and a set of bloods taken. The nurse had to have two goes at getting my blood with aa result that I have a hole in each arm.

A quick trip the garden centre for a bacon roll and a diet coke along with my partner and eldest daughter. Of course we came away with another plant which I planted up later in the garden. A friend rings me and we chat for a while about holiday experiences and how our families are. it was good to catch up and exchange news. Into the evening I take paracetamol to dampen the injection soreness. There is a meal and two Spiderman films before my blood results come through, which I caste up into a grid.

My PSA has risen slightly, that’s no good. There will be no Cycle 10, the logics in the arithmetic. I draft the blog and having taken my meds go to bed, disappointed and anxious. This is a set back.