“ we don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engeneering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for”


I asked my self this question when I had my first recurrence of breast cancer. I was 28 years old and had been diagnosed the year before, so I when I was faced with the reality of a second surgery and having to face chemotherapy for 8 months I was really disheartned.  I remember asking my cousin Eloisa – at the time we were living together.

“how and why do I have to do it all again, if the results won’t change, why should I fight it all over  and maybe it will just come back stronger ?”

I’ll never forget how she answered to me, so calmly

“ you do it for the things you love, for the people you love and for what you want to achieve in your life”

I mean, don’ get me wrong I had dreams before as well but at the same time… it was never a metter of life or death after all.

Now I know really that if we don’t live for something we’ll die for nothing, it makes a completely different sense.
I live for love, for my husband, my family, my friends…. And I live for myself. To enjoy a nice breeze on the first days of spring
So, let me ask you once again but most importantly ask yourself… what do I live for ?

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