-You came out positive yesterday. Twice in two years. With two vaccines.
Isolation and eggs three times a day.
The mind in the sick body evokes memories-
February 1987.
I got sick. Flame. I was admitted to the Sanatorium. Insert the needle. Chew eggs. Pa derman.
A biopsy had to be done.
A probe was inserted through my nose. They got a little lung.
They took him to the lab.
The word was opened:
-Mitroja has cancer ?!
"I can not speak," said Dr. Karalliu! "It makes you want to get cancer," he told Philip.
Philip took the news to the newspaper. The same from the newspaper brought me the news:
-Mitro Xhani? I raise them, I do not raise the horseshoes, did they take their place in the newspaper ?!
I have the obituary ready. Will you take a look?
-…
-Because he loved me, he had dried it. We both cried. He more.
-After you, I will cry only when Koço Devole dies…
After 21 days the biopsy came.
The doctor shrugged:
-Wonder! No cancer? But why do not the lungs empty ?!
After two days the doctor came to bed. The light shone:
-We found it. You have sarcoidosis! Side disease! You are the 15th case in Albania! Hata!
Karalliu made the epicrisis. A handful of cortisone.
Every day the nurse gave it to me.
Every night I threw them in the dump.
Three months passed with this scenario.
May came. Diell. Fresh air. I was healed.
I came out of the hospital. Karalliu gave me the prescription: cortisone. When we parted he told me:
-Metro! It surprises me. Who drinks cortisone-obesity. Ti-thahe! I will do a study…
In 1991 I became an MP. Ha o xhupe, po o xhupe, said Nastradini.
I went to Rome. Two weeks in the hospital. The doctor told me:
-You went through an old cold. You have a little lung calcified. No worries. Careful. Beware of the weather and do not betray your wife ?!
10 years later. On the boulevard I met Dr. Karalli. He rolled his eyes:
-Live Mitro!…
-Live!
-11 patients with sarcoidosis have gone to the majority. You ?!
-Doctor! Looking a little yellow ?! Careful! Keep healthy.
Several years passed. One day we went to the sanatorium with Philip. An advertisement at the door:
-Doctor Karalliu died!
-Who started it and who bit it, -Plip frowned vet