The latest from Manchester

Quent is fast asleep and burbling away to himself in a pethidine high after dose NINE.

He is feeling rather "beaten up" but doing extremely well. The prof is happy (but pushing for more, of course).

Everything is following a spookily similar pattern to our first week last time round. This time, we started about 4 hours earlier and he's had dose 9 ... four hours earlier on the corresponding day. The side effects are kicking in around the same doses too. I just hope we buck the trend on the next dose, because dose 10 was the really horrid one in July.

We met Dr Adam today (or at least that's what the nurses call him). He's the cool, young Doctor who looks as if he's in Casualty. (Not that I watch Casualty, so apologies if that's an insult.) He has a short mohikan haircut and heads up the Plain English Campaign for the Health Service. He gave us a fantastic, animated explanation of Quent's cancer, including this perfect insight into how immunotherapy works to kill the spots. "Immunotherapy tells the immune system "Get off your arse and have a munch at this"."

If only we'd met him a year ago, I could have saved you all a lot of dull reading!