THE GREEN RAMARRO

(short anticipation of the book written from Michele Riva, to care of Gabriella Serravalle)

INTRODUCTION 01 I Had asked a cigarette, were more of 15 years that I did not light myself a cigarette at home, to smoke I had taken the habit of to go on the balcony but that morning of October 5 of 2005 I had not not even the force of to put sat me on the carriage.  Then I have asked the person that attended to light myself me a cigarette, there on the sofa in the lounge, that é been the mine last cigarette, that é been the mine last desire that I emitted from my mouth, in practice without to want it the last desire of the condemned.  Then not memory plus nothing of those days, perhaps do not I did in time to pronounce 118 that I lost the senses for respiratory deficiency, I remember vaguely the sound of the siren of the ambulance, but é a distant sound and padded, a sound that does not touch you the eardrums a sound that leaves you indifferent.  And terrible to hear to be suffocated, the faint é a shape of liberation, like if detached you from the reality to fall in the darkness more darkness.  I have awakened that I was in department, not memory nothing of the ready one helped, but the worse one still should arrive, when I was in department I had another respiratory crisis and there it is seen that I was longer without oxygen, because I am been 5 days in resuscitation and with the intervention of made tracheostomia of race in the attempt to to save myself the life, but these I am what that.  What instead I want raccontarvi I am my feelings, my emotions, what it is experienced when itself é hit from an illness suddenly and inexplicably.  Already because you did not do nothing to deserve yourself a like unjustice, did not do a disorderly life putting your physicist to hard test, well you have not faults, but then because actual to ME?.  Until yesterday always I thought that like disasters could arrive alone to the other, a sort of immunity dictated from a health of iron lasted forty years.  Not not not then instead the ugly news, "it IS ENJOYED THE LIFE" it is discussed of SIDE SCLEROSIS AMIOTROFICA, there and then I should admit that I did grasp fully the seriousness of the diagnosis, I thought that seen that the sclerosis was side have to be except for serious of the central sclerosis and therefore I returned at home with the mine attractive medical record under the arm, certainty whistling but even with the consciousness of Past sarei meeting.  The successive days I grasped the seriousness of the situation, and I should say that the medicine not limits means the united states, even if gropes in the darkness on the causes that cause the illness and still worst for how much pertains the care in a position of to slow down the trial degerativo of the motoneuroni, for how much pertains the to proceed some illness from its diagnosis until the last stadium very precise é and.  É a heavy blow between head and neck that hits you to the unexpected one, now I understand because I am so evasive when deliver you the medical record, the bitter mouthful leave it that you you administer it alone, at home yours between domestic your wall.  And so that you went the things, but every person fà case to himself, the illness hits at random and in different manner, and é for this that in this book I tell also the stories and the thoughts of other sick of SLA, their sufferings and daily their delights in a MIX that I wish is me of your satisfaction. 

At present the book é in phase of completion and I pick the occasion to thank all the persons that collaborated profitable to its accomplishment.