Tuesday and there is one thing on my mind, clear the garden and get all the stuff I am gong to keep in the new shed. So as my partner gets ready to go and visit her mother with her brother I take my vitals and get dressed for a days graft in the garden. My partner sounds rough as she says good by. I take my morning meds and update my blood pressure data base so I have an up to date average blood pressure to give “he who made a pact with the devil” at my oncology review tomorrow. I also looked up how far the Boat Race is in kilometres, the answer is 6.8 kilometres and the record for a burly eight men and one cox is 16 minutes and 14 seconds. That means on a good half hour session on the rower I do a Boat Race! As I do at least 45 minutes or 60 minute sessions I am rowing at least 3 to 5 Boat Races a week ! I’m 77 in 12 days time. I therefore declare myself as “not doing too badly” With all this out of the way I begin the big clear out and the loading of the new garden shed.

So this is me until well gone 4:30 in the afternoon and I am knackered. But the satisfaction of having cleared the garden and got the shed loaded as well as the Hippo bag is immense. I flop onto the recliner and let the fan cool me down as I start to draft the blog. My partner having returned has taken a long afternoon nap to try and fight off her sore throat and other symptoms. Here are the fruits of my labour:

By 6pm I am cool finally and the blog has progressed all I need to do now is eat and rest. There is still preparation to do for tomorrows oncology review but keeping moving today has helped stave off the usual post injection pain. I need to get the view that I have angina off the record and to be direct about where I am at in terms of continuing on my current chemo, but biggest of all is the result of the bone scan. So I prepare a list of questions and a supply of data. With that done I can focus on a football match , a shower and an early night with my night meds. I have checked my Uber App and account so that I can Uber it to and from the hospital tomorrow, I am not even going to attempt to park at either the hospital or the city centre car park, someone else can take strain. So now its pizza for me and the dash to night meds and sleep.