Dear Logbook, first day of the fifth trip. Yesterday I told you that it was the last day of that trip associated with a chemotherapy treatment. Today we could say that it is the first day of the fifth trip. A different trip, of a different duration, is no longer 21 days as were the

Dear Logbook, twenty-first and LAST day of the fourth and LAST scheduled trip. My dear diary, the fourth cycle of scheduled chemotherapy ends today. Today is the last day of this trip. In these twelve weeks, 84 days have happened many things. Many emotions found. Many tears, almost all of happiness, some, the least of

Dear Logbook, nineteenth day of the fourth and last trip. Yesterday in the end the ground crew arrived later than normal, so after taking the precious red liquid, I prepared to make food and eat. Then it was the turn of the ride. I gave it a little longer than I had been doing this

Dear logbook, eighteenth day of the fourth and last trip. Yesterday the day, more or less ended as “planned.” It is true that in this period of my life, I do not take too much for schedules or routines that must be fulfilled yes or yes at full. I consider things to do to be

Dear Logbook, seventeenth day of the fourth and last trip. Another night I have been able to rest a lot. Not everything I wanted, but at least without interruptions. Yesterday the day ended very well with the visit of a work colleague, Eva, with whom we were having dinner and chatting. What a good time

Dear Logbook, 15th day of the fourth and last trip. Yesterday the morning walk was somewhat shorter, from home to the boat that took us to the restaurant. Short walk, cool when there was some breeze, but nice. Then the trip on the boat was fine, short, because the restaurant is on my beloved island

Dear Logbook, fourteenth day of the fourth and last trip. Yesterday I took the walk after eating. The sky was clean and windy, which made the bridges over the Mälaren do something cooler than normal. The temperature was about -1º, but nothing extreme, he walked around at ease. Then in the afternoon, time to pick

Dear Logbook, thirteen day of the fourth and last trip. In the yesterday’s walk, I could enjoy of the small amount of snow that fall down in the morning. It is true that four snowflakes can embellish so much to a city. When I arrived home, I rested for a while and then It was