23/06/2016
My Story 2013 .
COME HO FORGIATO LA MIA SOFFERENZA
Era il luglio 2013...
entravo ricoverato nel centro oncologico IFO di Roma per iniziare i cicli devastanti di chemioterapia, perché quel bastardo , il male chiamato da me Drago, mi aveva nuovamente attaccato!!
Era la notte prima dell’infusione. Ero terrorizzato. Rannicchiato nel letto, solo. La notte fu lunga, i demoni vennero a trovarmi. Ero solo. Ho pianto, ho avuto paura. Rimasi attaccato all’anello di mio padre fino al giorno successivo. Fino a che non iniziarono ad iniettare quel liquido velenoso nel mio corpo. Un freddo che ancora ricordo.
Fu l’inizio della forgiatura dell’anima e del corpo ..
Ma superai il mio limite quando ero al 3 mese di terapie. Ero uno zombie, camminavo a stento ero forse 70 kg. Senza più capelli, le occhiaie, il sapore di bruciato in bocca, camminavo a stenti. Vedevo il mio futuro scivolare via.
Io che frantumavo allenamenti devastanti, di 3h e di 4h, riuscivo a malapena a fare le scale dell’ospedale.
Un giorno, ricordo, ero in stanza, ero a terra. Nonostante la mia compagna amorosa cercasse di starmi vicino, era troppo anche per lei. Vedevo soffrire anche lei.
Fui a terra... piansi...
Ad un tratto, presi l’anello di mio padre. Pregai Dio e mio padre che mi venissero ad aiutare. Ero solo. Completamente inerme...
Ma incontrai Dio, e mio Padre ed ebbi la forza di rialzarmi. Ancora.
Feci più volte le scale dell’ospedale appositamente . Finché non fossi stanco..
Li capii che stavo forgiando la mia sofferenza.
Oggi faceva caldo mentre correvo. I bilancieri erano pesanti. Ho rivissuto per un attimo quel momento…
Tutto è cambiato…
G.G
HOW I FORGED MY SPIRIT
It was July 2013. I was walking inside the IFO, the oncology institute of Rome, to begin, again, a devastating cycle of chemotherapy. That monster. That monster I call “the Dragon”, came back again, to attack me. I remember the night before the first injection. I was scared, on my knees, alone. The night was endless; my demons came by to visit me. They found me crying, in my bad, with fear. The whole time I remained close to the ring that my father gave to me. Until the next day, when that poisoning liquid started flowing through my veins. I still remember that it was cold. It was then that I started forging my own soul and body. I was far beyond my limits the third month of therapies, barely able to walk, looked like a zombie, close to 70kg, no hair, deep dark circles around my eyes, a weird burnt taste in my mouth. Every detail is fixed in my mind. I could see my future, slipping away.
I was used to destroy extreme workouts, lasting 3 to 4 hours, now I could barely walk up the stairs. One day I remember, I was on the floor, in my room. My love was there with me trying to stay close to me and to encourage me. It was too much for her. I could see she was suffering too. I was on the floor, and cried. But then, I grabbed that ring and started praying God and my father to come and help me, to give me strength. I was alone, armless. But I found God, and my father was there too. I found the strength to stand back up, again and again. Walked out of the room and started going up and down the stairs, until I was tired. Back then I realized my suffering was forging my soul.
Today, running, it was hot. The weights were heavy. For a few moments, my mind relived those moments.
But now, everything has changed…
G.G.