Monday, I wake to a household out to work. Coffee, muesli and meds and I am ready for the day. I clear the kitchen, empty bins, and take a parcel to the post office. That done I start to write letters until a friend calls and we chat about how we are and what is going on for us in our respective situations. At the end of the call I send a link to something we had talked about. By the time Tesco deliver in the early afternoon I’m feeling tired, but its short of a couple of things so I take a walk to the shop to get the missing items. On the way back I post letters.

When I am home I put out the clothes I intend to wear tomorrow to my oncology review. I shall be comparing data with the oncologist and seeing where the logic in the arithmetic takes us but my concern is whether my waist numbers fit the trouser waist arithmetic. Having laid my clothes out I go back to reading American Gods.

The evening rolls round and is a mixture of reading and Silent Witness but the most crucial bit was getting the medical admin ready to take tomorrow. So the evening comes to an end with night meds and bed. Tomorrow will either be a damp squib or shit either way this might be the last ROCKET DAY and I will be into a new phase.