Bob Dylan rang me up a couple of weeks ago and screeched down the phone “How does it feeeeeeeeeeeeeeel? ”
I put the phone down without replying. The last time he rang, he told me to go out to Highway 61, which was all very well, but I didn’t have my Oyster card topped up.
If I had have answered his question, the answer would have been “Absolutely awful. The worst I have felt in my entire life.
The reason being that after having three sessions of FEC, which had hardly caused me any grief, I had started on Docetaxel on 6th September.
Docetaxel can cause an allergic reaction. To try to prevent this, I have to take steroid tablets, for 3 days, starting the day before each treatment.
The steroids were administered by Intravenous Drip when I was on FEC and often made me a bit crazy for a day or two after treatment, but having them the day before treatment made me go even crazier!!
When I turned up for my chemo I was as hyperactive as hell. Lisa my chemo nurse noticed it straight away. I could not keep still and I was talking ten to the dozen.
I had no ill effects until three days later when my body just collapsed. I presume that it did not happen earlier because the steroids were still in my system.
In the space of a few hours, my whole body was aching, I was tired and I could not eat. I thought the best thing to do was to lie down on the sofa and watch some tele, but I could not concentrate on even the crappiest of programmes, so I spent most of that week in bed. The trouble was that I could only sleep for a few hours at a time before needing to go to the toilet, which is down four flights of stairs.
Hang on, thats an excuse to play this
Another strange sensation that I had, was that I could feel a pumping in my veins, especially around my eyes. It is all bloody horrible.
My next treatment is in three days time and I know that it will be as bad, if not worse than the last time. I have actually had to cancel a gig in Brighton this Sunday, as I know that I will hardly be able to stand up, let alone drive.
I also thought that I should write up this blog before it kicks in.
It is really strange knowing that I am going to feel so bad in a few days time. It does things to the head.
The big consolation is that I know that if it is messing my body up so bad, imagine what it is doing for any cancer cells that may be lingering about inside me.
Hopefully it is kicking cancers ass big time.
So I will be taking it easy until the 3rd October when I and 23 others will be strutting our stuff on the catwalk.
As I have said before, it is for a great cause, Breast Cancer Care. If you have a few spare pennies, then please donate to them on my page, as they rely on donations
Love peace and a packet of crisps (cheese and onion please)