The stroke happened when Filipe was on tour with his band, Pulmonic, in Portugal. A muscular post-punk trio, they were joined by his brother’s group, the heavier My Master The Sun. Things were going well until the penultimate night, when Filipe had to step in on vocals for My Master The Sun after his brother lost his voice. He can’t be sure, but he believes the physical pressure of the throaty, forceful vocal performance may have stimulated the stroke. Within 24 hours, it was clear that things weren’t the way they should be.
One misdiagnosis, a couple of hospitals and a lot of medication later and he began on the road to recovery – a journey that continues to this day. At first he couldn’t speak, let alone play the bass. And while he hasn’t lost power, he struggles with the fine touch motor movements that he once took for granted. After the anger of the first five months subsided – and there are still highs and lows – his outlook is determinedly positive. He has raised £5,000 of the £30,000 required to make the documentary, and he won’t give up until that target is reached. If you would like to donate, you can give to the project via GoFundMe here.
What happened?
“The headache that I had was out of this world but suddenly it stopped. I was drunk at the time so that rendered my blood thin so it was passing the clot. But as I went to bed the effects of the alcohol started to lessen and then the clot augmented in size and that’s when I started to see symptoms. I woke up normally and the day was normal but something was not right. For example, my right side was compromised but I didn’t know. And I walked with a limp and bit myself dozens of times eating avocado and toast. But I still was able to prepare the avocado and toast. So it was happening. I woke up at 7am, got on a train, spent two and a half hours sleeping, got up and then there were things like searching for words. I couldn’t get them. I had a coarse throat but I could still speak. When I got home I decided to go to sleep but I couldn’t – I had this headache. So I woke up, went to the living room and decided to say, ‘Hi,’ to the guys from the bands but… [Filipe makes gibberish noises]. I don’t know if it was the nervousness but we all started laughing! Ten to fifteen minutes afterwards I knew something was wrong, but I never thought that it was a stroke. I went to my brother and struggled to write, ‘hospital,’ and he decided to take me. We were going to the street and suddenly my brother looks at me and smiles. I smiled, but I didn’t smile. My muscles were drooped. And he knew that I was in trouble.”