Everyone in life is living a mission, he has chosen before birth. So says the law of the spirit. We knew this thing even when we were experiencing the most dramatic situations: recurrent respiratory infections, relentless, drip of antibiotics to be done continuously, needles coming out of the delicate veins, travel to hospitals to seek remedy, nurses combing card with needles inside the lack of meat in search of the streak ... a nightmare that Prisca endured without complaint, with patience and stoicism.
I also know that we are given the choice to forget before birth, to be able to live fully, with all the emotions involved in human nature. I must say that the experience is duretta, in this way. I supported
Prisca and we helped each other in this.
thinking now, it all seems a dream, yet it is all really happened.
We learned to live every moment: what if the first two hours had happened all in the evening when you could go see a good show at the theater? We used to subscribe and take advantage of all that our little country had to offer. You go to the theater, to dinner or anywhere, Prisca was put in front of the mirror, make-up and carefully combed, erased all traces of suffering, she dressed with taste, she loved beautiful clothes, and appeared in public with a beautiful smile that lit up the whole. She was very beautiful. Finally he went around with a bottle of oxygen (stroller), the tube in the nose, but basically the people before him he forgot, there were the case, why was canceled by the light emanating from her.
One evening, her friend Ilaria came to pick her up 'cause with his company went to dinner at a place near our house. Prisca had need 'oxygen, and so' all made up and dressed nice, with the stroller to shoulder, came out '. In that room after dinner there was dancing and she had always loved dancing, unfortunately, until 'it was not banned smoking in public places, she had to stop going to the disco,' cause every time he went in hard and we wanted bronchitis started a month to recover! He had started to fifteen years, to go to the legendary woodpecker on Sunday afternoon, but at nineteen, after its disco nights were more and more 'thinned, almost had to give up: the smokescreen that was formed in public places for his lungs was a poison ! That night, after years of not dancing, accompanied by his friends, put the stroller on the ground, made a tight circle, so that no one could pass and inadvertently damage it, and they all danced around the stroller. Prisca For it was beautiful, but I think that even his friends have not forgotten this event!
If you did not go out looking at ideas for TV to laugh, or take advantage of the video cassette that we kept always spare the critical moments. It 'important laughter is good for physical and mental health. There are important studies on this. We used this opportunity at every moment possible and it 's really a great help. We laughed and joked about everything. Of course also about the disease and what it entails.
We were always straight with your ears, careful to incorporate everything, with nothing ruled out, what we could to help, and what they learn from each shall immediately forward it to the other and together we tried the best application.
* laugh therapy - S.Fioravanti-Leonardo Spina, RED editions
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