Dear Logbook, thirteenth day of a new life. My Diary, yesterday at the end I took a bike ride through areas that I had never been. I went to the cemetery of Skogskyrkogården where the grave of the Swedish actress Greta Garbo is located. Then I kept turning around with the bike passing through the

Dear Logbook, twelfth day of a new life. Yesterday my Diary, in the end it was a quiet day until night. For the day at the end I didn’t go running, but at least in the afternoon with Martin we rided to the neighboring island of Södermalm. Those almost 12 kilometers of bike served to

Dear Logbook, eleventh day of a new life. Yesterday at the end there was a change of plans, because our friends were a little sick. After making the grocery and having lunch. We rested a little and went to see if a German Navy frigate that had docked in Stockholm was open to the public.

Dear Logbook, tenth day of a new life. Today my diary, I’m still happy. For many reasons. The first and most important, which I have been saying for a long time, is because life is wonderful with these obstacles that puts you from time to time and without them. Obstacles make you learn to appreciate

Dear Logbook, the ninth day of a new life. My Dear Diary, yesterday was a day without great news. On the morning bike ride I went through already explored areas, but I like them for being quiet. Lake Nacka, then crossing the city to the island of Djurgarden, to end up in the office to

Dear Logbook, eighth day of a new life. Yesterday was a very good day. In general, they tend to be, some better, others less. But basically all of them are good. But two things happened yesterday that made me extremely happy. The first thing that happened is that in view of the positive echocardiogram on

Dear Logbook, sixth day of a new life. Yesterday the day was as I told you. I took a LONG morning walk in which, as I had in mind, I stopped the KS in my beloved boat, to leave some #ChemoBox in the children’s oncology zone. Then I continued heading through the city. As you

Dear Logbook, fifth day of a new life. My Diary, How time goes by! It seems close and at the same time so far away that August 22 when they tell us on the phone that the biopsy revealed Reed-Sternberg cells in the samples. In the eyes of some these 151 days that have passed