Our life was reorganized once again: my business adjustments to the health of Priscilla, his decision on what to do, to feel active and involved life, without sacrificing its care, but after the big crisis despite the intensification of respiratory care and physical therapy, functionality 'breathing continued to worsen. The new primary center, already 'admission during the crisis, he suggested putting it on the list for lung transplantation. The idea there was both horrified. It was the fall 1999.
knew it could be a good chance, 'but maybe not. They were the first transplants of lungs. Now he speaks as if he had any therapy, surgery and indeed has made great strides, many more 'medical treatment. We refused, we were going to cope without transplantation. And then there were so many promises of new drugs, gene therapy .... Over
the years, but 'the curve of spirometry was always more' down, were two other major respiratory crisis, Prisca increasingly struggle '. After the third major crisis, despite being able to remove the oxygen in hospital, after a couple of months at home, had to return to hospital and put the oxygen fixed. At that point we had to understand and accept that the only chance 'of life was a transplant. We decided to do in Bergamo and went to take the exams to be put on the list. It was early summer 2005. We returned home and again tried to do everything we could do.
Meanwhile, my marital relationship had reached historical lows: he was always more 'months abroad, with the excuse that he did not want Prisca to miss anything, so 'was also nine months a year in Vietnam, with 3:00 to 4:00 within a few weeks in the summer for vacation in October at the show in its industry, Christmas, Easter and maybe . Our relationship was reduced to a spa, the only argument that we shared was the home of Prisca and Health and the activities' inherent.
I was entered into a fierce depression, Prisca looked at me and said, "Look at them, 'as you put on, do something." I guess I was too heavy for her and very little help to see me so '!
I could not find something to hold on: the health of Prisca degenerate spa marriage, work, now I was paying contributions imps just ... A friend, my head 'and told me that the firm where she worked were looking for someone with my professionalism' among other things I had worked years earlier in the design studio, and told me that if I had brought my job. It was difficult for me to leave home alone Prisca, but my presence in these conditions was not very helpful. And so 'I returned to do my job. Then, as often Prisca had a fever and was not really possible for her to stay home all day alone, I asked a friend home if she was willing to keep her company in the morning, Prisca always a good time for more 'difficult and prepare lunch. You agree 'and it was a good thing. Prisca was happy 'cause he knew he was small, we had been on holiday several times together, Memi and had two children of the same age ', so he told her and she distracted them listening to their stories. When he was better, Memi accompany a walk, or market, or was there ', the delicacy prepared some good and gave her if she needed help. In this way, I could leave home quite calm, asking God's protection on Prisca. He returned on the afternoon from 17.30 to 18 and help with physical therapy and while we talked, talked, talked of .... everything, including the transplant. She once told me: "But when I have 'done the transplant and will not have' more 'to the physio, we will do our chats too? Otherwise I miss you ... "
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