Dear Logbook, hundredth thirtieth day of a new life. My Diary, 7 days from the last time I told you a little about how I’m doing. For my physical part, getting better and better, the Achilles’ annoyances are still there, similar to the previous week. Perhaps the rest will gradually get better. It is not

Dear Logbook, hundredth twelfth day of a new life. My Diary, 9 days have passed since I wrote you. More and more days will pass. Until the day that I don’t do it anymore. Don’t get mad at me, it will be a sign that I live this new “normal” without thinking about cancer. I

Dear Logbook, one hundred fifteenth day of a new life. My Diary, today dawned before time. Today I woke up to the light, and I had a hard time sleeping. After a while I managed to sleep, but it was already bedtime. After breakfast I went for a walk. About 6 km through the forest.

Dear Logbook, one hundred and fourteenth day of a new life. My Diary, today the day like the others. I woke up early, put on the mask and continued sleeping … Then after breakfast I went for a walk in the woods. And the Medical Yoga session has arrived. After that session I met with

Dear Logbook, one hundred and thirteenth day of a new life. My Diary, as in previous days, I will summarize a little what happened today. I will start by saying that it is already dawn at 4:34 AM, which implies that in a country where there are no blinds, the body begins to wake up.

Dear Logbook, hundredth twelfth day of a new life. My Diary, today dawned sunny. It dawned a little earlier, because together with Anette we decided to make churros for everyone for breakfast. The truth that people did not disgust him. After breakfast I decided that instead of going to the gym I was going to

Dear Logbook, hundredth and eleventh day of a new life. Today my Diary has started another journey on M de Sigtuna’s boat. The week begins in Stockholm, having breakfast and after saying goodbye to my sun rays, I took the taxi that would bring me to the boat. Once on the boat, I went to

Dear Logbook, one hundred and eighth day of a new life. My Diary, another day has arrived. Today is an ugly, rainy, melancholic day. But there are three rays of sun right now coming to the port to pick me up. Those rays of sun, my Diary as you may have already intuited are Marta,

Dear Logbook, one hundred and seventh day of a new life. Today my diary I have slept even more. Which is great. Perhaps yesterday’s news that we are still in remission has helped. Otherwise today like the others adding something. After breakfast, this time it is for medical Yoga. Essentially breathing exercises associated with smooth

Dear Logbook, one hundred and sixth day of a new life. Today I have been able to sleep much more than yesterday. What is good. After breakfast I had an appointment with the psychologist. We talked for almost an hour. A great and very positive experience. After that, I was finally able to go to