The disease, hospitalization, treatments that never end, away from the others, even closer. And loneliness sets in, inexorable, insidious; it can not be otherwise. One must have lived to know, and especially to understand what can be the path of a patient beyond the suffering of the body. Paradox of paradoxes, it often happens that the entourage longer complain that the patient himself, as if he had a certain "psychological support" to support other disease, anxieties, fears. It is all this that tells this moving book, touching, sincere, sometimes unbearable. But what a life lesson! We obviously do not unscathed from such an ordeal. And it better than ever comrpend phrase from Nietzsche: "Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger" ...