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

Dear Logbook, one hundred and fifth day of a new life. My Diary, today was my second day at the clinic. The night was not as expected, that is, I slept little … Something that has been a common denominator to my fellow travellers. At dawn, what was the surprise, that it was all with

Dear Logbook, one hundred and fourth day of a new life. My Diary, today I have embarked on a new journey in my life. An experience that was offered and recommended to me from my beloved ship the KS. It is spending ten days in a rehabilitation clinic for cancer patients. In these 2×5 days

Dear Logbook, ninety-sixth day of a new life. My Diary, this week has been good for me. My achilles tendinitis is less and less bothersome. In general, it only bothers me a little in the morning when I get up. But I can tell you that this week I was able to go jogging for

Dear Logbook, ninetieth day of a new life. My Diary, today Easter Monday I turn to you. It’s been days since I wrote to you. You already know, more and more time will pass between each entry on your pages. These days, I recognize that few developments have occurred. For my part I continue more

Dear Logbook, eighty-first day of a new life. My Diary, do not think that I have forgotten you. It is not like this. Every day, when I have that little while in bed in which I thank once again for being a lucky person and being able to share my life with so many wonderful

Dear Logbook, seventy-fourth day of a new life. My Diary, since the last day I wrote, few changes on my part have happened. My discomfort remains similar, perhaps my heels hurt less, but little change. On the other hand we live in difficult times. We live with concern the situation that worldwide is going through

Dear Logbook, sixty-sixth day of a new life. My Diary, I really don’t know what to say today that is not already said. First I will tell you a little about what has happened to me in these six days since my last entry. Physically, I think my tendinitis in both feet, due to the