Wednesday arrives and I wake to hot water and my partner on her way to visit her mother. I make breakfast and take my morning meds, not quite sure how I feel ,although improved from the early part of Cycle 2. I am hoping that I am settling down, my sleep seems to be better. With the basics done I head out to the chemist and the local co-op. My prescription is ready and handed over so I pop next door to the co-op for a paper, cash, indulgences and “Banonions”, which is what came out of my mouth when clarifying the shopping needs. With my bag awash with more goodies than I planned I head home.
My first job is to get my washing in and then sit down and fill my drugs dosettes. This is tricky at chemo times as I have to ensure I get the timings right in terms of introducing the chemo steroids into my dosettes for the right days. It takes a while but eventually they are loaded up and I can relax now to the run in to my next oncology review, bloods and the start of Cycle 3. As I beaver away at my self maintenance tasks I am aware that there is a great deal of office activity going on. My eldest daughter is drafting and printing off the final drafts of her PhD thesis, which is being proof read by my partner. Its all very intense and best left alone, the submission deadline is midnight on Friday, so its full steam ahead. I stay out of the way, another dyslexic in the mix is asking for trouble.
Out of the blue my eldest daughter gives me a present. I open the Amazon envelope and I find a wizard key ring (can never have too many). It makes me laugh and smile and and also think “too right that’s me”.
While the academic storm is going on in the office I take time to draft the blog and and retrieve the washing. Of course I take a time out to fill the bird feeders and replenish the fat ball dispenser. The dispenser is a hand woven Christmas present, but the birds are taking no notice of that and are nicking bits of the cane work, presumably to add to their nest building activities. That’s nature for you, it just utilises whatever it needs regardless of any human considerations. I’d love to know what will evolve out of our post apocalyptic cock up to carry on life on earth. I am sure something will survive and evolve. What happens to the crew of the international space station when it all goes pear shaped? Do they wait as long as possible before they make a bid for home?
Today is the last round of the European Champions Cup, which means that at least six English teams could make the automatic knockout round. It should make an exciting night of viewing and no doubt some of the Brit teams will fall by the wayside amidst a flurry of injury, bad luck and poor refereeing excuses. I just hope at least one of the teams has a decent win. Hopefully that will happen with enough time to watch yet another Brokenwood Mystery before getting off to bed full of medication. Before the football onslaught I find time to write a brief blog for the poetry website, http://prost8kancerman.com, I called it The Sixties and describes the Penguin Modern Poets series published in the sixties and my fondness for the series.
