It had been a few days since Giulia started her treatment at home. The doctor had explained that, given the type of protocol adopted, she could remain at home as long as we took all the necessary precautions. The chemotherapy sessions would be done on alternating days at the hospital, and the blood tests, almost daily, would monitor any signs of infection or change.
The house had transformed into a new world. Everything was planned around Giulia's immunity: extra cleaning, controlled visits, windows opened only at certain times, fruits and vegetables sanitized more rigorously than ever. And still, she kept smiling.
Miguel had reduced his workload. He left late in the morning and came back early, almost always with some surprise in his backpack to cheer up his daughter — a little book, a
