Friday, its blood sample day so its up early and down to the GP surgery. Its a familiar routine now so I am in and out in double quick time. I return home via the co-op to get a paper and some Alpro for breakfast before my first meeting of the day at 9 o’clock. The meeting is interesting in that the understandings of each of us was clearly different and needed to be clarifies before we could move on. Meeting over and I have new meetings in the diary and I retreat to the Shed to write letters. By lunchtime I am ready for a walk and then a snack. A friend calls and we chat for a while before I give my eldest daughter a lift to her circus hoop session and to post my letters. Back home I take a deep breath and get ready to garden, when I get another call and we chat for a while. I prune one of the fir trees in the back garden and then cut the hedges on the drive so its possible to park the car on the drive properly. It does not take too long but it takes it out of me and I flop on the swing seat with a 0% beer. My partner and I chat for a while and plan the immediate future before I ring my sister and my partner rings her brother and then makes dinner. We eat while NCIS plays out in the background and we sink into evening.

It will be long evening as I wait to see if Brentford can hold onto their 1-0 lead at half time over Arsenal. Their first goal in the top division since 1947, a year before I was born, so a truly “in my life time experience”. I will not go to bed until gone midnight as that is when my blood results will get posted on the patient view app and I get to know some of my results. Its one of those weekends when everything comes together, blood results and the taking of prophylactic paracetamol before my 28 day injection on Monday. In theory this will make sense on Tuesday when the oncologist calls to tell me the outcome. It feels like a crucial moment this time but I am not hopeful of anything useful from the oncologist apart him/her trying to get off the phone as quickly as possible.