Nothing can be the same when you hear the word ‘CANCER’, although inside I know that it would happen. I thought: ’Why couldn’t it happen to me?’. I had some abdominal swelling but I’d never thought I was part of the so called ‘cancer club’. Fifteen days after those symptoms I decided to go to the hospital: firstly for a urologic control then a gynecological consult and the rest is just history. I had an ovaric tumor and doctors decided to remove everything, as the protocol is. In a firat moment I was scared and desperate but fortunately I wasn’t hungry. Now that I’m writing, it passed 2 years and 6 cycles of chemo that devastated my body but I still think  cancer didn’t absorb anything of me. It gave mi the ability to be empathic with the sufferings, I met doctors and nurses working as a service to others. I think they are instruments of God, professionists of peace. I found solidarity and love, I met old friends again and I started a beautiful path of faith.

In 2016, when my tragedy started,it was the year of charity, I wished to celebrate my birthday in Rome, but even if it wasn’t possible, charity came to me. Nobody  should feel what It feels in that maelstrom but everyone should learn to appreciate life and people when the sentence is pronounced. Surviving cancer doesn’t mean you won’t be sick again, it shouldn’t mean you’ll survive to someone who won’t but that he will always be in your heart.

  • Photographer: Luigi Cataldo
  • In collaboration with: Associazione "Cuore di Donna"