The AC part of my chemo was a total nightmare for me. I was hospitalised for a total of 56 days over the three months for febrile neutrepenia, pancreatitis, rashes and more. My experience with Paclitaxel was much better. No hospital admissions. I did, however have a permanently dripping and bleeding nose and became the nanna with a tissue up each sleeve. I also learned not to trust a taxol fart as on two occasions, I got more than I bargained for. I had less of an issue with mouth sores, oral thrush and eliminated taste buds, but did find some foods and drinks unpalatable. I was still off coffee and didn't much fancy sweet things. chocolate tasted yuck, but I loved salt and vinegar crisps as they seemed to cut through the "furry" feeling in my mouth. I did start to develop peripheral neuropathy around dose seven, but persisted and completed the twelve doses. As I was Grade 3 and Stage 3 and couldn't have radiotherapy due to other medical problems, I knew that my only cards to play were chemo and surgery, and for me, I chose rather to continue with worsening neuropathy, and thus to gain the last drop of chemo to help in preventing the cancer returning. When the pathology report came in from the removed breasts and nodes, it said that I had had a 100% pathological response to the chemo and that no live cancer cells were found in any of the removed tissue, only the (quote) empty tumour beds. I still have neuropathy in my hands and feet, four years later, but I still stand by my decision to continue with the paclitaxel. I've grown rather fond of my wheeled granny walker and have named him Sam. He's a really good bloke who supports me when I walk outside my home, provides a barrier between me and hypnotised pedestrians fiddling with their mobile phones instead of looking where they're going, and very important, he doesn't piddle on the toilet seat.