So, I’m back in London.
My father now has his pump and things are much better than before, although we all still need some time to adapt.
The operation lasted about an hour – apparently the tube refused to stay in my father’s intestine and kept trying to come out, but all is well. Two days later, we were taking a long walk down Arturo Soria.
Carrying the thing around must be quite interesting for my father and he’s trying a range of different accesories, hoping to find one that makes him forget he’s carrying a little machine with him all the time. This is actually quite difficult, because the machine makes a little noise every time it pumps the medicine out. My father’s like a cat with a little bell round his neck: you always know where he is.
One new and interesting thing about the new medicine is that my father is able to renew himself without the help of drugs. We witnessed this yesterday for the very first time. After a long computer session, he looked really down. He sat himself on his green chair in front of the TV (watching an old Western, they now show Westerns on Telemadrid every afternoon!) for about half an hour. And after that, he was completely re-energised, without the need for medicines.
Resting is so important, and not just for Parkinsonians. I won’t get all high-and-mighty here to talk about it – enough said.
So, thanks everyone for all your messages regarding this. It looks like we’re at another stage of living with the disease. And so far, it’s a much more comfortable one.
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Hola, Pilar
Acabo de saber lo último sobre mi amigo Fortu, recordando aquellos 60’s en el Covarrubias y los primeros 70’s en Escondido Village en Stanford University. Allí supe que estaba investigando sobre el flujo de la sangre en el cayado de la aorta. Y por el estado de la mía, hoy me acordé de Fortu y de aquellos happy days en Madrid y California. Siento sinceramente sus últimas noticias.
Mis más sentidas condolencias, con el grato recuerdo de muchos días de hace 40 y tantos años.
Un saludo cordial
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Muchísimas gracias por pasarte a decir hola. La verdad es que mi padre tuvo buena vida y me alegro mucho de que te hayan quedado buenos recuerdos de él. Y enhorabuena por tan excelentes fotos en tu blog. Pilar.
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Hola Pilar,
Mi marido y yo fuimos alumnos de Fortunato en la universidad. Nos ha venido a la memoria muchas veces durante estos 25 años pues fue un profesor que nos dejó huella por su particular forma de explicarnos la mecánica. Hoy andábamos buscando noticias suyas cuando nos hemos topado con la mala noticia…
Recibe un fuerte abrazo fruto del cariño y de la admiración que tu padre dejó en nosotros.
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Muchísimas gracias por el comentario. Mi padre era un profesor nato y le encantaba enseñar, de manera formal e informal. Me encanta poder compartir vuestro testimonio de ello. Un abrazo a los dos.
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