Thursday and I wake to a cloudy and grey day after a reasonable nights sleep. With breakfast and meds out of the way I am ready for when the electrician arrives to fit new kitchen lights. He arrives dead on time and beavers away for just over half an hour and then announces that he is all done. The new LED light are replacing old bulb halogen lights. The new ones run straight off the mains and are much brighter. I am really pleased with the outcome. I pay the electrician in cash because as he says “cash is always good.”
With the departure of the electrician I settle down to start to write a blog piece for the poetry web site. It is about prison poetry and focuses on some recent poetry that I have been reading. One of my sources materials is Charles Bronson’s 1999 book of drawings and poetry. It was difficult to obtain as nowhere seemed to have copies and many said it was unavailable. I eventually found a single copy and brought it at an inflated price. During the morning the Bronson book turns up and I set to and read it from beginning to end. It is an interesting experience, and adds an important element to what I am writing.
I have lunch before my partner goes out and I spend my afternoon reading and writing. I am still reading H for Hawk and becoming involved in what the outcome will be in the relationship between the falconer, the Goshawk and the the Falconers grieving for her father. By early evening I need to stop and watch a football match, eat tea and then while away my evening watching series 10 of The Brokenwood Mysteries. Before long its time for night meds and bed. Tomorrow is a bloods day, which means I get a PSA score. Down is the only way I want my PSA score to go.
Friday, bloods day and I wake up feeling off but get up to have breakfast and try to contribute to the organising that is need to prepare for the visit of the youngest grandchildren. My partner goes to do some shopping and I take the opportunity to catch up drafting the blog. At lunch time I wander down to the GP surgery, accompanied part of the way by my partner. When I get to the GP surgery the nurse calls me in and then takes twice as much blood as usual, apparently its time to check my cholesterol! I point out that I have more pressing issues than cholesterol but to no avail.
I meet my partner on the journey home as she returns from the village shop. There is a brief lunch and then the afternoon us spent getting the house ready for the weekend visit by our youngest daughter and her family. Slowly things come together, mostly due to my partners efforts. Eventually there is no more to be done, there is time to read and then tea is eaten. The evening sees the the end of series ten of The Brokenwood Mysteries and Death in Paradise. I return to the blog as I let TV give me wallpaper while I wait for my blood result to come through. At 11:45 my bloods come through and my PSA is down 2.2 to 6.2. This is a real result. All the pain of this cycle is now worth it. It justifies my original decision to go for the Chemo Rechallenge.
