Who would have thought I was moving to London? Who would have thought that I was going to get married? But above all, who would have thought that I would go deaf at forty? But let’s go in order. This photo is from January 2016, when I took him to
The bubble
In a perfect world I would be thin, tall, beautiful and surely I wouldn’t be deaf. In a perfect world there would be no bad things, no fog (who knows why I have it with fog, perhaps because it reminds me of Milan and therapy), suffering … in short, it
I am not a rain person. For nothing. I don’t like the cold, the rain. I can only resist next to the fireplace and under the duvet in the warmth of bed, while outside the storm is raging. Before it was also nice to hear the thunder and lightning (always
Give me a hammer! … so went a fairly famous song. After this first bar, the song continued with the following question: “what do you want to do with it?”. Answer: “I want to give it to those who don’t like it!”. Here we say that I spent some days
It’s already been a year since I’ve been deaf. On October 22, I had the first operation (the first of four) on my left ear, and within two days I completely lost my right hearing. These are the Sordamaldestra things. So here in London I decided to celebrate for two
There is no perfect therapy. I learned that if one medicine is good for one thing, it is bad for ten others. But as usual, she should be laughed at. Then my autoimmune disease is treated with cyclophosphamide, which is a chemotherapy drug, quite light, but chemotherapy always remains. I’ve
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