Cancer has become such a way of life for me that I even find myself reading the star sign in a magazine. It is really bizarre - my sign is Virgo and I don't even follow horoscopes.

On Thursday I visited my sister in Henfield. It was a great drive over and I felt such a poser with the roof off and music blaring out. Ann is recovering well from her operation and I enjoyed the company of my big sister.

Friday was busy, busy, busy. The day started with breakfast with Adam, a friend and colleague who's covering my youth service team leader post while I'm away.

It seems strange talking about work as I feel quite detached from it although I still want to be a part of it. I want to give advice and help out but I don't want to interfere.

After breakfast I set off on my bike to Brighton where I visited hotels with a view to arranging a Mother's Day surprise for my mum in one of the health spas but I didn't manage to book anything.

I did manage to find a very nice watch for myself to replace the one which went missing while I was in hospital. Tom later reimbursed me for it as a Mother's Day gift which I was quite chuffed about.

On Saturday I didn't feel like I achieved a lot but it was quite an easy, relaxing day.

Lewis went to football and Tom treated me to breakfast in bed before heading off to London to watch the Chelsea match.

I had a call from BBC Southern Counties Radio who I agreed to do an interview with. I was a bit scared because it was going to be live and very early in the morning.

I was extremely touched when Donna, one of my youth club members, called round with a bunch of flowers and I also received a lovely card from Sacha, my first foster child. Donna has written a poem and Sacha is singing a song at my funeral.

Sunday was a very perfect Mother's Day. I woke up to be showered with lovely gifts and cards from Tom and the boys.

Jacob had spent his own money on flowers, chocolate and a little teddy bear. Lewis had made me a lovely card and wrapped up a picture frame he found in my cupboard.

We all walked over to Southwick Lock and met my mum and my brother's girlfriend, Jane, for breakfast.

Jane and I had arranged to take my mum to the Metropole health club but suddenly I became very emotional about leaving the boys and the guilt kicked in big time at the thought of them not having a mum and how future Mother's Days will feel for them.

They really look forward to Mother's Day and make such a big deal of it.

It resolved itself as Jacob ended up coming with us and Lewis had a football match. Later he and Tom cooked a lovely meal.

My nephew Daniel also visited that evening and I got a text from another of my foster children to say Happy Mother's Day.

I have always loved my fostering and miss the children terribly. I don't feel it's something I can do any more as I'm not able to be selfless enough due to my health and provide them with as much care as they deserve.

On Monday I got up early with an aching body after an extremely restless night for my first interview with the radio at 7.05am.

Tom, Jacob and Lewis listened to the radio in the lounge while I chatted away about how I am coping with my cancer and my terminal prognosis and how my singing has evolved. It was another amazing experience - I must admit I was pretty nervous but proud to hear my song played.

At 6pm we met my singing teacher Jordan for our first family lesson. It was great fun and Jordan was terrifically encouraging.

I think everyone enjoyed it. I am always conscious that just because I love the singing and find it so therapeutic it would be wrong to assume Tom and the boys will enjoy it as well.

On Tuesday I was booked in for a hair appointment but unfortunately Dee, my hairdresser, was unwell.

Although very sorry for Dee, I selfishly felt disappointed. As much as my friends try to reassure me dark roots are fashionable at the moment I personally don't want them.

Having been blonde for as long as I can remember it was quite a shock when my hair grew back after the chemotherapy quite dark at the back and white at the front. I looked like Cruella De Vil. I have always admired platinum blonde hair on other people and had it not been for what I have gone through I don't think I would ever have been courageous enough to try it myself.

Once you have been bald anything goes - except dark roots.

I managed a walk to the beach and took great pleasure in looking out to the sea and feeling the spray on my face from the enormous waves. I think there's something very passionate and exciting, alluring and powerful about the sea and it made me feel so alive.

On Wednesday I was very tired following another restless night. I continually ache all over and it's particularly bad at night. Would you believe the worst bits are my feet and my hands?

In the afternoon Tom, Jacob and I went for a bike ride to Hove lagoon. We're training for a sponsored ride for St Barnabas Hospice, which is where I will end up before I die.

I also saw Sydney, one of the little girls who celebrated her birthday last week. She is one of my younger fans (!) and I had given her a copy of my CD.

I was really touched when she sent me a lovely thank you card decorated with angels and mountains and all the things I refer to in the song. I thought it would make a lovely CD cover.