Another update from Rosie who has been in the trenches with Cycle 5 of her breast cancer treatment. Tough couple of weeks; tough girl.
"Tired. Teary. And feeling a little sorry for myself.
Cycle 4 certainly had a sting in the tail... All on the same day had to say 'goodbye' to my Uncle who died recently. Goodbye to Daughter No. 1...... gone to a wonderful party in Val d'Isere for 6 months.... and... Goodbye to Husband.... to SE Asia for the week (to work I was assured... no parties). Then the plan was to spend time with my Ma and return home refreshed and invigorated and ready to face everything Cycle 5 could throw at me.
All went tits up when first the tank in the loft at Buzzers let go and water cascaded down the cavity wall and into to the kitchen ceiling space.... closely followed by collapse of kitchen ceiling. Then the outrageously itchy rash that also ached, which I assumed was all part and parcel of the wonderful world of 'chemo side effects' turned out to be..... Shingles.... So I arrived in the chair for Cycle 5 feeling "A Bit Cross" as opposed to merely "Miffed".
Compared to Epirubicin, Docetaxel supposed to be a breeze (anaphylactic shock aside) but I have to confess, woke up on Saturday feeling as though I had been trampled on by a herd of elephants. Everything hurt... So full of steroids and medication I physically rattled... And a vile mood to boot. Poor Mark spent the entire weekend being shouted at by a bald, angry dwarf.
Which reminds me - I am obsessing with hair again. This is because like rats leaving a sinking ship, my eyebrows and eyelashes have deserted me (traitorous b*****ds). A little light research on the subject reveals the punishment of shaving a woman's head has biblical origins (why am I not surprised?) In Europe the practice dates back to the Dark Ages with the Visigoths. During the Middle Ages, this "mark of shame" - denuding a woman of what was supposed to be her most seductive feature - was a common punishment for adultery. Goes a long way to explaining why the practice enjoyed a remarkable comeback during the 20th century for women accused of "collaboration horizontale"...... No wonder I feel a prat... I'm up against oceans of history.
Had huge fun back in the recording studio - was heaven to be doing something "normal" as opposed to "abnormal" and you will be relieved to hear that the Guinea Wig remained firmly in place. My secret is safe. In other good news... The necessity of blood transfusion receding... all blood levels on the up...
The bad... Mark reluctant to purchase Lynches-Bages to maintain this upward trend...
The Ugly... I look like a boiled egg...