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You can do it ...

There was the smell of earth after rain.

That smell that does not forget, because you have it always in the rain when you do not get enough.

There were so many people squashed into a single bolus, shattered front door or attached one behind the other in a row unimaginable.

Yet, no one wanted to leave. Neither do I.

I wanted to see him and listen to see if that effect boomerang struck me every time I read his words and every time he's paid attention through the magic box, there was really.

Outside was a big screen, to give opportunities to those who, like me, could not enter.

But I was happy to be there, despite everything.

began to speak, and I realized that boomerang that effect was not only an illusion.

Sitting on a stool, with the red shirt and black jacket, he spoke ... entrandoti inside.

"A library protects words. And the words never die. So I wanted to return to the language with you in a library. "

My friend grimaced and even most people, eager to get into that little place where, however, there was no space for anyone.

Except for the dreams, of which he spoke.

The dreams of men, of which each is responsible.

Being responsible means not falling on your face because "time is all sucks, does not mean to say "Sometimes we think the others, I got to do that?" means doing their job well even if others do not, is to believe to be part of a world we can live without being enslaved, yes ... it means to be afraid, very afraid, said means every day, "but he makes me do?" yet continue to struggle, it means not to abuse the word love because it is too precious to watering down everywhere, is to believe in something or someone, because "grows only those who wanted to see" .

means being part man, not only be man.

Nobody wanted to stop clapping because that touch was not only a tribute or harping.

But thanks.

not only for all those words that saved my life, but especially for all the life that gives her skin every day.

way home I wondered how it would feel to have so many hopes and believes that in everything you do.

But above all, as one can feel so free to have a life and soul in the head, but so imprisoned in the body because the sheep become wolves.

The answer I found the last sentence that gives, to the applause and screams, borrowed from an American whose name everybody knows.

If you can dream it, you can.

And you're doing.

... Thanks Roberto.

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"... in name of the power that the chancellor has given me the doctor declare in Developmental Psychology and Education. "
It was a sunny day in a dark November by about a year and a half ago.
E 'all began from there, from what appeared to be only a point of arrival and only when, with the maturity in his pocket (and head), at nineteen I came to this strange new city, and my ears are ringing a song that said it all that I was "born the edge of the city where trams do not run anything, where the air is popular, it is easier to hope that to face reality."
Instead, then, in that reality we have sunk eyes, because I wanted to have it all, piece by piece.
only way I could get to that "... declare the Doctor of Psychology who sang in one voice, not just my victory, but that of my parents and their sacrifices and that of my friends and their enthusiasm.
And from that day it all started.
What I learned from books, I know this show and spend it in places I had been assigned and that I had chosen.
three hundred and sixty days are not just to pass and all that is left in each evening, is secure in that fabulous mechanism everybody call memory, and will continue, in my every day, knocking on my life reminding me that I was.
My first time in a white coat, in a psychiatric clinic.
My first look at the patients and the fear of not being able to handle it.
in the pockets of paper with a quote from a friend "Fear is the howling of the demon, Fin is peace," I squeezed between the fingers all the times when I needed it: in the first interview with my first patient, my first test administered, my first response to the primary, the first draft of my resignation on the clinical diary.
But in that place I immediately felt at home, even when I was living in despair in the eyes of patients, bringing in as if it were mine.
In my indelible memories of those six months can feel the friendship of my colleagues, one of which has become a wonderful mother and another is building a future made for you, the friendliness and professionalism of all the other that will never stop to thank my mistakes in wanting to fill the silence and have learned to contain them, the alarm clock at 6:00 every morning, three buses to reach their destination between delays and coincidence, my first August in Florence, "his" smile, "his" sleep, "his" resignation, "his" eccentricity, "his" thanks doctor, "his" desire to speak, "his" desire to stay, "his" close to my hand, "his" death, to leave all my tears with a slice of cake in the dining room and a medical embrace divided by three to taste a pizza mingled with promise.
why there I immediately felt at home because home means everything, even in its failings.
There I found everything, everything that helped me to grow.
But the regulation was written "one-year post-graduate."
and there are another six months.
In another place. With other colleagues and superiors. In other lives.
a tortuous journey, where the urge to quit is almost always the queen who wanted to submit.
But my life has taught me not to give up that ticket and stained with ink from the pockets of the coat went sniffing piles of files of children who are struggling to find its place in the world.
My memory of the last six months starting in the middle of an investigation with the voice of my boss that my mother was there in front said " now my colleague will do her some questions" where including after I turned on every side and I noticed that there was no one to be me, "the colleague who had to do some questions. "
From that day on, I breathed the smell of the error and sometimes humiliation, when I realized that " in life no one ever gives you more. "
Feeling all wrong day teaches you to accept them, even if others do not.
Even from there I went out as I entered, but I did not shed even a tear, even if the memories are there.
and rest.
Like that coffee did not want to take, including those looks ever, that smile that I did not want to do, those bars of the prison and the clink of keys, those dusty files, quell'arroganza in jacket and shirt, that promise and that the Russian matryoshka.
exactly a year ago, I became a trainee psychologist.
Today I ceased to be, preparing to become a psychologist stop.
So thank you ...
the white coat, my colleagues and to all my patients to wake up at 6:00, the traffic, the August heat, the silence that I learned to hold, fear, exhaustion, humiliation, the I did not want to take coffee, to smile, I did not want to do, the Russian Matryoshka and inhuman life that I did in the past two months.
But above all, feelings and emotions, without which no one could do this work.
And someone I have known, perhaps, has forgotten.

"Faced with the suffering of the world can take a step back, you are allowed to do and it accords with your nature. But perhaps this was the step back 'unique suffering that could have been avoided "

Franz Kafka

Today is a new beginning.
do not know what will tomorrow, or where I'll be.
But I know that this is the story I tell, without taking a step back.
I've always known.
Thanks to those who know it already.

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... "I'm fine, WHY 'YOU DO NOT SEE ???"...

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Reasons (mostly to Giuliani and others) to prepare for all

E' un capitolo che non avevo mai pensato di mettere nel blog, non qui perlomeno. Però mi rendo conto che è importante parlarne.
Quando ti ammali di tumore il coro è unanime: “Devi farti forza, devi combattere!”. Ti raccontano di amici cugini e conoscenti che avevano guarda caso proprio lo stesso problema e sono guariti e tornati come prima. Ti dicono che ti sono vicini e sono disponibili ad aiutarti: questo non lo dimenticare perché verrà il momento in cui davvero avrai bisogno di aiuto, e molte di queste persone sono sincere nel volertelo dare.
E tu, che ti sei ammalato, come ti senti?
Giuliana dice che è disperata. Per me il percorso è stato diverso, così come la storia delle nostre malattie: its aggressive from the start, my looked like a "normal" lymphoma. So I also know a little something from my studies, I was so worried. I knew that I was waiting for chemotherapy, but I also knew that the chances of recovery were excellent, I had a friend who had had Hodgkin's lymphoma two years earlier and was now healed and he also had a beautiful baby girl. The verb "fight" was not mine: it was expected that the treatment did their course and then I returned to my life. So much has been: with the fatigue of chemotherapy and radio, of course, but with the certainty that I was dealing with all the granite for a limited time to learn something, then go back to my life.

With the recurrence was different. Difficult to accept a new upheaval plans. And this time the recovery is not so obvious. Me too said they had to do chemo first and transplantation, if it had not worked, it would have gone to the transplant. The normal procedure is for degrees in medicine, and is also useful: it moves far beyond the time when you have nothing more to prove (a little joke 'cynical, but sometimes it is).

I made a new chemotherapy (high dose), I did the transplant did not work, I am a transplant. And this year was very much different from the first time that I became ill. When things get really serious, when fear is feel, the motives are important.
Here it is really "fight". Fighting to bring out a smile a day when do not you think there is nothing to laugh about. Struggling to want to continue treatment even when they do not any more, because you know they serve. Fighting, above all, in order not to close yourself but share what you feel who you are closer and helps you. It is not at all easy.
Also because the "fight" requires motivation, a goal, a goal that is not a simple cure. For a mother or father may be the children to see them grow I heal. For a young person some life plan: I want to marry that person, I want to do that job. But all can be summed up in the grounds before: I WANT TO LIVE. Those who resist even if you happen to be so bad as to forget everything else.

If a person with cancer is based, goes on. We do not know if we'll make it, but we try with all our strength, or almost. Then, as the time to think about usually have it, try to ask, but I want to live why? If you can, write, and go back to reread: sometimes the motivations change over time, but the important thing is that there are. We can help in difficult moments.

Sometimes there are moments of discouragement. It gives me very annoyed when someone sees me in a bad mood or a bit 'down and I says, "Come on, pull up, you get strength." First, I have every reason to be depressed or down. Second: I would like to see you in my place. Third: Most of the time with the right sympathy (compassion: to suffer with, someone shares with you the pain, which is nice) there is also the "annoyance" to see people who are depressed because of their illness. I was very impressed with a reflection that I once heard: Even on the cross Jesus cried out in pain and abandonment. Because we want to deny to those who suffer, those who feels going under the Law of the tears, the cry? Of course it is important to relieve all that we can, but I appeal to some non-ill (relative etc) read this blog: do not pretend that your sick relatives are always fighting, calm, brave ... even healthy people have their day "no." Accept them as they are, even if it is not easy.

Last note: I believe that almost all cancer centers also offer psychological support. If there is, use it. Even if you're one of those, like me, who have always trusted the psychology bit. Serve. To me it is served.

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particularly obnoxious, I do not know if you'll put it, but I think so, because otherwise we continue to hide behind a toothpick.
You die.
Note: I did not write that "in times of cancer you die. " It just dies. Everyone, sooner or later. But
cancer, especially if you're young, you slam in your face this truth with violence, and especially you do get there slowly, fear, often suffering. For this scares us so much.
When I was ill with Hodgkin's happy because "90% cured with chemotherapy alone." What do you do when you're part of 10%?
Often I hear that many would leave in a hurry, without realizing it, without knowing it. Has its advantages: you save a lot 'of fear and probably suffering.
Still makes me think that until a few years ago, the sudden death was considered a drama, almost a curse, because it prevented "Fix their own business" before you leave: leave the family free of debt if possible, resolve disputes not to leave "pending" to their heirs have their last wishes for those who are believers receive spiritual consolation to those who do not have is the beside their loved ones and be less lonely ... In these times when so much talk of "euthanasia" (with a lot of confusion ...), in my opinion for fear of losing life already in control of their life and death, I think it is important to recover these values.
It's a little 'sense of' being ready. " I have a lymphoma, are more motivated than ever to heal, but if that does not happen to know that I had a full life, and are happy to have lived. I will fight with all my strength to heal, knowing that even if I lose my fight with cancer I won the fight of my life, because my life had a meaning.

This requires both inner work, objectivity and sometimes the help of someone with whom we can talk about these things peacefully too. Such people are very difficult to find because these speeches are automatically think about his own death and does not want them to anyone. And the efforts of all those who love you and press on to heal first. However

: you are free or not to make us a little thought, especially since dall'Hodgkin, in fact, usually heals well. But it could still be a good opportunity to think about the deeper meaning of your life.
Think about '... and then come back to fight. Perhaps even more serene.

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and calm blue sea shining under the sun, a squirrel who climbs up the trunk of a tree and a wonderful song who played on the radio. The day has just begun the taste of poetry)

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Ten things worth living according to Allegra

1) Sit on the shore and watch him get angry with himself.

2) Look into the eyes of a child.

3) The mozzarella cheese, chocolate, strawberries.

4) Chatting with friends until late at night in my pajamas and do not notice the time passing.

5) Write (in secret ways) and read books, especially Italian and foreign fiction.

6) Say "mama" and know that someone responds.

7) to be called "love", especially after a long tiring day.

8) look out the Pincio terrace and watch the whole of Rome in a day of sun. And look out from the terrace of Piazzale Michelangelo in Florence and watch a starry night.

9) do their work like a mission.

10) God And love. Or vice versa. You name it.

Try it you too ... it is a good exercise to know each other better.

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Thought of the evening ...

" I planted in my mind a rose garden and then I hid inside a hard rind.

Outside I put a sign stating: denied entry to the nasty. "

Giovanni Allevi

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E 'should perhaps be clarified.
I have two blogs.
This was the first born with the idea of \u200b\u200bliving and sharing my experiences with Hodgkin's disease. Much practical experience as you have seen and see.
E 'Long time no write, and not by accident. Because I think in a blog "personal" can be written basically for two reasons (and there may be many other, for charity, but the most important are two).
The first is because I seem to have something interesting to tell. What I think, what they live. Others find it is pretty interesting, it may be useful in some situations, but the blog is "my". Actually I came to this kind of blog on the second try, and if anyone wants to read is www.klalla75.blogspot.com. From the little I know about blogs in general is very "current": a post photos, thoughts, quotes, videos, etc. ... that interest at that time.

The second reason, in my opinion, to write a blog, you have something to say that it may be useful to others because you have had similar experiences. There are many blogs and travel stories of this kind. In this case, the things written are not "fresh". When I started this blog was meant to be like this, and perhaps will continue to predominantly be. After months of chemotherapy and a job that I thought I had not seen and understood everything, but much of Hodgkin's disease and I wanted to tell.

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Problem: I riammalata.
I wanted to write a blog on Hodgkin's lymphoma that was encouraging, telling about experiences from those who had already healed. For this there was a pause so long, in which I have not written.

I spoke with a psychologist and he confirmed that, at least among patients with Hodgkin's disease, self-help groups are difficult. Risks to find people "less sick" about you: what can they understand them? Or people who are not cured, and if it happens to me too? No no, not at all easy.

But last night I received this comment to a post:

"I have Hodgkin's disease and I did the cycle ABVD relapse after one month, I started another chemo BEACOOP the two months after relapse now I have to start radiation therapy, but I have already said that being aggressive can not exclude transplantation. I am desperate
Giuliana "

At this point I can no longer remain silent. Also will take up this blog with the continuity that I can, the serenity that I can. Always convinced that together we can win. And that the lymphoma is only a part of life, and we live for the rest.

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Furlo was a gnome, lived in the forest Fantagrista, a land that is on the line where sky and sea meet. His family lived there for up to 100 generations, ever since Agrista, a hero who gave his name to the land, managed to conquer it. Furlo was that of a life of simple things, berries and mushrooms to eat, goblins at bay and to keep a decent job, what has always belonged to his family, was the tailor of the woods.
Furlo was famous throughout Fantagrista packs for its elegant and colorful, his shop was located just before the land of leeks Maturi, the old rivals that 100 generations before the valiant Agrista was defeated with cunning and magic. The workshop was Furlo right in the middle of a huge weeping willow, on every branch coming down, hung a myriad of colored fabrics that the worlds of Fate, his eternal collaborators, they had seen in the universes visited.
Furlo What was the biggest in Willow Fantagrista, in so much time had accumulated on its branches and thousands and thousands of tissue inside as many as 50 gnomes were working there, not to mention the dozens and dozens of Fate that entered and exited continuously. The biggest fear of Furlo, having found the old oak leaf on which Agrista had written his memoirs, was that his Willow, from too much weight had to endure over the years, suddenly broke, ending wrong to fall, with just the tip of a leaf, in the land of leeks Maturi.
Agrista's writings, despite the wear of time and the rains that occur every year Fantagrista in the winter months, they were still very clear: the terms with Agroporro gnome army chief General Mature of Leek, was that even if only a branch, a leaf, a button, a pin of the lands of Fantagrista had fallen across the border, the Leek Maturi would have taken everything that the ancestors of Furlo had so laboriously gained.

months passed and the name of Furlo became increasingly popular in those enchanted lands, orders grew and our gnome had no time even to look Crisilla her eyes, every day waiting for him in vain with dinner on the trunk.
Crisilla One day, tired of seeing her lover wither away under the hard work, he decided to andargli to bring dinner to the shop. Along the way he reasoned that he had never actually been on the Willow of her husband, and just as he tried to imagine we are under. Crisilla could not believe his eyes, an endless amount of colors, filled his eyes, unable to count, to quantify how much fabric pendesse from those branches, and began to walk across the face caressed by the emerald green silk hanging from the branches lower.
was so entranced by all that magic did not see any way that the Fairy was bearing down on him that at least 10 coats for Unicorn in my hands! With an incredible crash Crisilla found himself on the ground, his face completely covered with the cranberry juice that her husband's dinner, petrified, unable to help her to get up.
He remained motionless, his eyes wide and mouth open in a grimace of terror, completely enraptured by the glitter of the spoon, the clash was over there, across the border. In a few minutes
panic invaded the entire people of Willow and men in no time at all Fantagrista gathered with them. They were all still, waiting for no one knows what, perhaps a gesture of a word of one of those people, on the other side of the border, saw them grinning ...

TO BE CONTINUED

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Take me luck ...

a name. An adjective. A verb. An article. A pronoun, a comma, ellipsis, a feeling, an emotion, another adjective, a verb and yet another.
Then a point.

The sheet remains in half, consumed by the need to no end.
The words remain, but do not scroll.
They stop at the ink, as if a knot to prevent you from going over.
and complete the sheet.
're still in the palm of the hand and from there back to the head and heart to become once again a thought.
Solitaire and capricious, like a breath of wind on a sunny day.

And you get angry. Yells at me and I can dream if I can not do what you want.
But the paper has remained in the middle, you see?
Words can not invent, but you will seek and search, as you do with the lives of an earring lost on the road.
not enough for me any, I just want one that fits perfectly with what was given to me.
If I find I have lost.
happens. It happens to lose something to lose and lose.
You know that life is made of this too.
My time is not on your own time who knows eternity.
The sheet in half.
And you do not talk anymore.

There are letters that are hidden in the darkness of a drawer because the words chosen without peer at each other, as people do.
And you do not talk anymore.

want another name, another adjective, a verb, another article, another pronoun.
Another emotion and another.
But I do not want a single point.

You have guided my hand holding it, once again, and again, and I wonder if followed was not crazy.
I loved my dream just like a dream far and wide, inside and out, touching the edges and tearing the wrapper.
And you loved with me, you gave a direction that I can not lose.

Help me to wait and keep it alive, as is done with the flame of a candle when lit.
I need you, especially when others do not understand.

Answer.
And bring me luck.

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_mArì