We believe we can change lives in a trice. Yesterday could be one of those days when you start the life-again-in a before and after.
Yesterday we went to give us a health outcome of Eduardo. We expected everything to be, as there was a possibility-an error.
The report of the last TAC Eduardo had been so unfavorable could not be true.
An adverse report, which paralyzed the operation of the voice prosthesis implant that would restore the ability to communicate with sound in Edward. Saute alarms met oncologists and ENT, was ordered new medical tests and yesterday was the day to give us the verdict ...
Because the feeling must be the same as when a criminal division judge the defendant makes up to hear the verdict ... innocent or guilty, sick or healthy.
When the doctor started talking, we both understand that the verdict would be favorable to us and my knees buckled me and shook me when we were called for consultation (had to wait hora desde la hora en la que nos habían citado) En la sala de espera yo no podía leer, no me concentraba, esa sala, ese mismo ambiente, los mismos enfermos con diferentes caras… No se si llegué a creerme que todo esto ya se había quedado atrás para siempre.
La doctora con gran corporativismo no llegó a admitir que el informe anterior estaba equivocado, que no pertenecía a Eduardo, al contrario, su exposición resultó tan ambigua, que –como digo- en un principio creíamos que nos estaba dando la peor de las noticias. _”Vamos a ver… el informe del Tac hablaba de una masa de tres centimetros…la masa está ahí…pero it seems that was there before ... "
... but finally we hear something clearly pronounce," is not ... and PET tumor is normal "...
Both the air we breathe contains God should give doctors a course to bring good news!
A report wrong ... we have been on tenterhooks about twenty days and nights.
want to close the chapter and can not, this disease is always a sword hanging over your neck and you have some on their knees every time he touches review, but this time we were really scared.
could not stop think that someone was so quiet out there without knowing he was sick, and tumor size very sick ... We leave the query as a cloud, after seeing the doctor Fernández Noguera (our beacon of light in this disease, which without hesitation he said he believed the report was from someone else)
When we left the hospital with the promise that soon made the implant, we hugged and kissed like two offspring, over the moon and then to pass in front of the imposing building of the hospital (the Virgen de las Nieves de Granada) both look at the tenth floor 
the window from which we watched go to people now as we moved freely through "La Caleta", we spent hours in that window on the landing of the oncology floor, Eduardo in hospital pajamas, tied to a perfusion machine, a landing where sometimes we leave some cold steel stretcher with a body wrapped in a white sheet.
What terrible days more we were there!
Yesterday was like after that second in which the heart is stopped us in unison, beating back stronger and full of life, thankful that it was a mistake, leaving behind the fear passed.
We went to eat alone, for the first time since the children are with us, to celebrate the news and to talk openly about what we had not said in these twenty days-and nights-of anguish, - Eduardo no voice, he expressed vocalizing, but surprisingly to me is a "detail" and sometimes I forget to ask things from another room or even call him by phone to tell you something, when you review our "conversations" in my head is still playing the same tone of voice I fell in love and sometimes we talk with the lights out.
toast to the future, and most importantly the joy of a story that allowed us to continue our life, now, so different from the one we had when he made the first diagnosis, how close we had these days as if destiny had made a fold in time and space.
As one who, after stumbling rises stretch clothes and shake the dust of the road ... we have broken out of this episode so frightened that we've had in these last days.
Now we can focus on the important things in life ... like trying to catch sparks of sunlight.
the window from which we watched go to people now as we moved freely through "La Caleta", we spent hours in that window on the landing of the oncology floor, Eduardo in hospital pajamas, tied to a perfusion machine, a landing where sometimes we leave some cold steel stretcher with a body wrapped in a white sheet. What terrible days more we were there!
Yesterday was like after that second in which the heart is stopped us in unison, beating back stronger and full of life, thankful that it was a mistake, leaving behind the fear passed.
We went to eat alone, for the first time since the children are with us, to celebrate the news and to talk openly about what we had not said in these twenty days-and nights-of anguish, - Eduardo no voice, he expressed vocalizing, but surprisingly to me is a "detail" and sometimes I forget to ask things from another room or even call him by phone to tell you something, when you review our "conversations" in my head is still playing the same tone of voice I fell in love and sometimes we talk with the lights out.
toast to the future, and most importantly the joy of a story that allowed us to continue our life, now, so different from the one we had when he made the first diagnosis, how close we had these days as if destiny had made a fold in time and space. As one who, after stumbling rises stretch clothes and shake the dust of the road ... we have broken out of this episode so frightened that we've had in these last days.
Now we can focus on the important things in life ... like trying to catch sparks of sunlight. 
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