Dear Logbook, first year of a new life.
My diary. It’s been almost two months since I last wrote to you. Life has changed and continues to change a lot during all this time. At this time, the named “bug” is still with us and causing havoc and sadness. Let us trust that in this new year 2021 with vaccines little by little it will not be almost the biggest concern for almost everyone. On the other hand, in our beloved Spain, and especially in our host city, Filomena “sowed” her streets and fields with snow. Oh my! They had said she would come, but not with as much snow as she brought. Cheer up everyone, little by little, slowly, yes, everything will go back to normal.
But hey, today the reason to be sincere to you is that it has been a year since the consultation on my beloved ship KS, where they confirmed that the potions received at sea, that much loved and hated chemotherapy had worked and they could already say that it was in complete metabolic remission. Well, my goodness how time goes by. One year already! How much life has changed in this time! Nobody at that time, 366 days ago, could, in a normal way, think that 2020 would be such a strange year.
I do not want to be contrary to many people, for whom 2020 has been the worst year of their lives. But, for me, it was 2019. But I can’t say that 2020 was the best either. It has been a different year. For my health, if I look back on these 366 days, I started that year with great enthusiasm and ran a lot with little discomfort, but little by little the side effects of the very high doses of prednisone that I took along with the chemo made me I had very severe pain in the Achilles tendons. Today I could say that it is something already residual. It already allows me to run without major problem. For the rest, in all this time, I remain the same. The reviews have been going well. I haven’t been through the twelve month “ITH”, “Technical Inspection” of the twelve months, but I suppose I will be called shortly. They have already told me from my dear KS that they will call me to pass it at the end of January or in February. Yesterday I read in the press that my KS was already entered in crisis mode, that is, ICU health teams are called to work at least 48 hours a week, and I think without limitation of overtime. I guess that’s why they are delaying my consultation. Also, it would not be surprising if it is not face to face. Let it be a phone call to tell me what the blood test data is like. I’ll tell you how it goes.
In my day to day, well, my Diary will not deceive you if I tell you that several times a day I remember what happened in that last quarter of 2019, of cancer. I guess this is something that will stay with me for life. It is not something, it is also true, that today conditions me in my day to day. But there it is. Maybe that scar on my chest or my catheter in my neck will help remind me of the past. But I do not remember it as something terrifying, I remember it as a period of life, in which I recognize you, I repositioned the priorities of life. With which in something I will thank you for the past. On the other hand, as I have already told you many times. Every day, in my night time, my Diary, I thank Him for everything, for the family I have, for the great fortune of having Marta with me, for having a job, and yes, for being healthy. And I also ask for those who do not have it.
Anyway, my diary, I hope to be able to tell you in no long time that everything is still in order and that the next ITH is like July-August, 2021.
And with nothing else to tell you, my diary, your Dryland sailor says goodbye for today.