I have been cracking hardy all along. I deal with the side effects of chemotherapy and don’t want to worry anyone with the challenges I face to my body; the daily insults of discomfort, skin eruptions, ulceration, hair loss, dry mouth and eyes. I have managed them all. Understanding the treatment’s rhythms as it worked through my system I thought I was going to romp through the second round. But this new drug: Docetaxel is a beauty. I felt strong on the first two days. I guess the steroids in the mix kept me bouyant. Yesterday I felt like the building had collapsed on me. Every bone and muscle in my body is aching, legs are stiff and walking a little uncertain. I am sitting in cool bicarbonate of soda, epsom saltas and detol baths to relieve aches, rashes and inflamation. I had boasted that I was not using the prescribed pain killers. Believe me I am taking them all religiously and admitting defeat by actually lying down. I hate what feel like wasted days – but I am surrendering for a bit. See my white flag. I trust that the battle goes on successfully in my cellular life as I sink beneath a cloud of endone.
Pain oh yes