Dear Logbook, a few weeks before the beginning of the second year of a new life.
Oh, my dear Diary! I have not forgotten you. Sorry if you feel that way. But what has happened since that day in May, the eve of the Feast of the Virgin of Fatima, would be long to tell, but I think it was not very relevant. So, for that, forgive me, but little by little I will close this chapter of my life, if possible. And therefore, it will take longer and longer to capture my thoughts and experiences on your pages.
Personally, thank God I’m fine. It seems that, for the moment, we still have Mr. Hodgkin under control. Hopefully it will be that way for decades or for the rest of my life. I still feel good. If it is true that I have relaxed a lot with food. Which usually leads to weight gain. But recently we have remedied it, I am serious again with the food that I eat. In a few months I hope to be as I want. I have trained little in this time, but almost always when I have, it has been in the best form and company possible. That is, running with my better half, Marta. Those moments are wonderful, unrepeatable and there is no money in the world that can make up for it. Doing something that you like, together with the person you love the most, is something magical. Marta, I’m telling you less than I should. But I love you very much, and I can never thank you enough for having been on this trip by my side. Thanks.
Today, I am writing to tell you also that I have passed another milestone in the follow-up. This is the control of the 18 months from the declaration of referral. Actually, let’s say it is more than 20 since that day January 15, 2020 but we could say approximately 21 months since my last day of the last chemo cycle. Yes, my Dear Diary, time flies. But if it is for these things better. Years ago I was told that a relative of mine said something like this, like “seconds are eternal but years fly”. And if it was not like that, I apologize for “the destruction”, but the context is that.
Sometimes when I was in my beloved ship, the KS – where today I have stepped on it again with joy, nostalgia and above all gratitude to the crew of it – I received those drops that sometimes fell slowly, almost like one per second, it became eternal.
Anyway, this sailor from dry lands is writing for “the hills of Úbeda”, today I had a consultation with my captain Dra. Palma, and what better news today than to hear, “Jesus, if there is nothing strange we will see each other in February of 2022, to close a cycle ”. I knew from last week’s blood test that everything was looking good. But when they ratify it, well, what the hell, it tastes better.
Well, I said, in about 6 months, if everything continues like this, we will face that possible abyss of closing a cycle. Well, My Diary, I recognize you, that I will close it the day when “my coffee capsule” from under the skin, is out of me. But that will be a few weeks after the “two years” consultation.
And little else I could / wanted to tell you. In these months since May 12, life has continued, as there was no other. We are still immersed in this “bug” nightmare. But I think there is less left. Little by little, we will recover part of the life or the way of living that the Covid took from us back in March 2020.
I say goodbye, thanking God for the wonderful life we have, with its good days and bad days. But for me on a scale the plate of good days weighs more. I do not know My Diary if I will damage your pages with my texts soon, I do not think so. But don’t be mad at me. That this trip has been and is and will be one of the trips that I will never forget. My Diary, says goodbye, for now, Your rainfed cabin boy.