We were shopping, Francesca and I, and my cell phone rings: Antonella Cacchione (the oncologist of Eugene)
My heart rises in my throat, every time my heart rises in my throat, I don't know why but it is.
It was Dr. Megaro, Cacchione's new colleague, also an oncologist, who follows Eugene in his care.
He asks me about the general state of Eugene, I provide you with a general overview and details of the latest episodes. He reassures me by telling me that it is in the practice of the disease, not to worry about these episodes if they are not characterized by loss of consciousness, a very alarming detail.
Fortunately I tell you that these episodes, including this afternoon's furious dizziness, were never marked by prolonged loss of consciousness, only momentary.
He tells me to collect the new pack of Stivarga, the medicine it is supposed to save Eugene, Thursday morning in day hospital, which we know very well, on the 3rd floor of the John Paul II pavilion of theBambino Gesu Pediatric Hospital at the Gianicolo.
“But the resonance?” I ask her; "It's not included in this treatment, at least for the moment" she replies.
I don't know how to interpret these words, but they reassure me. They give me another glimmer of hope, of trust.
I go home, excited by the new news which I immediately pass on to Giuseppina e Eugene.
Enthusiastic, we agree that it is preferable that I go by train.
I'm immediately online on the site Trenitalia and I find excellent travel solutions.
E sarà un altro viaggio della speranza.
I'm serene, we are serene, because I know I'm not alone, we are not alone. We never will be.
Here is our day in a series of photographs: