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me introduce myself ...

It 's my first blog, and I do not know how to do a blog.

But I think it's polite to introduce myself and explain why I started to do a blog.

am Claudia, I am 34 years old, a physician anesthetist. And I have Hodgkin's disease.

The idea of \u200b\u200ba blog to tell my experience, and especially what I had learned to live in, so maybe that would be useful for others who live in my own experience, I had learned months ago. But then the time is not ... I was back at work, I was busy schedule ... and so I have not done anything, and the page set is already vacant.

Now here I am again, in the hospital for my second chemo "consolidation" in the journey that will take me all'autotrapianto ... hoping to eliminate this repeated once and for all.

This time the weather is, I have no excuses.

He is also a way for me to take stock of the situation. And not to forget.

So, here goes. This is my story. Or at least, a little piece of my story ...

Because life, mine and all goes well Apart from a lymphoma, a problem, a difficulty. Indeed, maybe life is just everything else is so worth living that helps to sustain the difficulties, care, problems and suffering.

But here tell only a piece of my history, my life. The rest, who knows ...

I Found A Lump In My Anus

Home

"House" is not a place, but people.

And as when (it's raining outside) you walk away from your home parenthood, you realize that you miss because you're gone in as before. The shirts do not stretch more miraculously by themselves.

The dishes are not lined up dutifully to the dishwasher as it once was.

the center of each room, opens a portal to the elemental planes of Dust.

Now you manage, dick.

It's not clear why this should give you a sense of freedom ...? Independence?
What is it, it must feel more adult, mature, wash the socks?

I thought growing up meant having responsibilities (series mean), and a more developed sense than the seat of a bicycle.

Yet, I understand that is not a big deal, but necessary. To overcome fears, to test themselves, perhaps, but for something dimostrasi. Whether willingly or not, we all know that having a mom and a dad, as well as a blow to ass (at least in my case) is also a convenience mica laugh.

So, I know that my four walls I did not miss much as the smile of my grandmother, my mother for something that breaks the bales, like my father who needs nonsisacosa. My bed will not be uncomfortable, but there will be Bongo in the morning and licks my face to wake up (without ringing, Callaghan).

And it's not the best year for work, for people I've lost, and for many other things. Therefore, it is necessarily the right year, that if you can now coglionazzo, even someone like you can say that half way.

So, I do. There, I said. I can not draw back.

But, Mom, tomorrow morning you wake me, I did not want to point the phone.
At 7 and a half, thanks.

-L.

Catchy Slogan For Anorexia

... see who is the instigator of all the shit that I do.
And while we're here, because I understand even preclude, say from the outset how it ends.