Wanted Dead or Alive

Week 1 - DONE, thank god for that. What a crap week that was. I have spent the vast majority of the week feeling sick, tired, and really spaced out. It has been like the mother of all hangovers - without the good stuff. No crazy-ass table dancing to cringe about. No awesome singing. No. Just feeling like shite. Thanks very much.
My body feels like it has been run over by a bus. I guess that means the drugs are kicking some evil arse - well let's hope so anyway. I had a total meltdown about it all yesterday - bound to happen I guess. The thought of feeling this rubbish for the next 6 months just became all too much. I'm sure once I get into it then I will know when I will feel bad and it becomes more manageable. But let's be real - who the hell should ever "get into" chemo. Jesus - just so wrong.

Anyway - after yet another power nap yesterday, I managed to haul my sorry ass into London to Hyde Park to see Bon Jovi for the 12th time. That was one little battle the chemo and the evilness was not going to win. And man the struggle was worth it. Me and Melly rocked it! The boys didn't let us down. It is insane to think that the first time we saw them was 1995. We do however take things a little easier now! Gone are the days of being at the front of the queue at silly o'clock, to be at the front. Now we rejoice in having space to dance and scream! However - being at the front at the last ever concert at the original Wembley Stadium, is a memory that no-one can ever take away from me. Something to hold onto, no matter how bad it gets.

Anyway - today has been a good day - no anti-emetics - baby steps! Let's hope next week I get to be me again. Just Claire. No cancer crap to deal with.

Besides - I have Glee and Take That to fit in next week. Cheesy. Much?

Oh and in case you were wondering how the side effect bingo was coming along. Full House. Bugger!