Another Tuesday and I am awake at eight and ready to do my vitals and crack on. My partner gets up and prepares to go to the gym, I’m having a rest day. My vitals are okay and I go thorough my ritual message search and email responding, when there are some. Today am determined to get into one of my new pairs of trousers and see what its like to tuck a shirt into the inside of my trousers, not done that for a long time. I get dressed and appraise myself in the mirror, its far better than I expected and certainly better than naked. So once up there are drugs to take and breakfast to be had, while my partner is off to the gym. There are books next to me that were a gift so I pick up the poetry book by Carrol Ann Duffy, The World’s Wife, a collection of poems that tell the story of famous men from a women’s perspective. My favourites are The Kray Sisters, Frau Fraud and from Mrs Tiresias, but there are several others that made me laugh. Once started it is difficult to put down.

I do put the poetry down when the post arrives and I find a hospital one for me. Once open I discover it is for another bone scan, which is good, but it is on the same day as my soft tissue scan. There follows a phone call to rearrange the date to the day after my other scan. Isn’t that typical you wait for ages and two come along together. So on the first one I will have a marker dye pumped into me and on the second one radioactive stuff. After the latter, I will be drinking water like a fish to make sure I am not radio active the day after as I shall be traveling to see my pregnant youngest daughter. Life is never straight forward.

I head for the garden and fill the bird feeders and then return to the poetry until my partner returns from the gym. Lunch is to be at a garden centre close by. The food is okay and we chat about family and some of our history. Of course getting used to being retired was in there as well. Feeling replenished we return home, me to put my washing in and laze while my partner knits. All is well until we remember that the bed needs fresh bedding. We are quite accomplished at this task now and it is soon sorted but we are both out of energy so cooking is out of the question and we take the Indian take away way out. So as I wait for my evening meal to arrive I draft the blog. Just the tumble dryer to sort, the cold frames to close, the bins to put out and life will be fine and dandy. There is no football and no half watched serial so it could be Rom Com night before my night meds and bed, having retrieved my clothes from the tumble dryer of course. All the while I have the sense of being in limbo until my scans get done, the steroids take full effect, my bloods get done and ultimately my next oncology review is completed in mid November. Until then it is chug along time, with some outings, birthdays and anniversaries to remember.