At the age of 30 you think you’re immortal. Cars, girls, boys, beach, whatever … sometimes a school book. Then, one day, you emerge from the booze related cloud and you’ve a swollen lymph node on the left side of the neck. What the heck is this? You go for a series of medical checks and, the day before Pope John Paul II is declared dead, somebody with a white coat makes you sit and then opens you the door to an unknown, unexpected, unpleasant, parallel, grey world. It’s called disease, and from now on you’ve an Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Congrats.

Days pass and the grey gets darker. But the ever classic light switches on at the end of the tunnel when the moment for the bone marrow transplant approaches. Hold your breath, you’re almost done, soon life gets back to its technicolor magnificence.

Living with Lymphoma: A patient’s Guide.

Hodgkin’s and Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma: Treatment and Research.

About michele molinari
Positive thinker, multimedia artist, passionate blogger, traveler not tourist.

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