Saturday and I wake to my blood results that came in last night and I see instantly why the hospital team had contacted me. I am shocked at the drop of my kidney function and the huge rise in my Creatinine level. There is nothing I can do except take my vitals, make warm drinks, have breakfast and settle down to a weekend of football and rugby. The weekend will soon be over and I will start my run of 28 day injection, extra bloods, oncology review and chiropodist and whatever urology input there is going to be. Its quite difficult not to feel a twinge of anxiety and get ahead of myself.

So I am settled on the sofa to watch rugby and to draft the blog, and then have a face to face call with my youngest daughter who reports that all went well with her scan. Apparently my new grandson to be is doing well. Today the office will be put back into some sort of order now that the new tiles are down. “Bob” the tiler has done a good job so now things can move forward.

Some time this weekend I need to take my youngest daughters advice and pack my survival bag in anticipation of being called into hospital, this time I will make sure I take ear plugs and enough books, as everything takes so long. Urology is never painless and for me there is a library of experiences I would rather not repeat. For now I try to relax.