I have cancer, is the doctor dying ?!

-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.

-Pas teje, do qaj vetëm kur të vdesi Koço Devole…

Pas 21 ditëve erdhi biopsia.

Doktor ngriti supet:

-Çudi! Nuk doli kancer? Po pse mushkëritë nuk zbrazen?!

Pas dy ditësh doktori erdhi tek shtrati. I ndriste nuri:

-E gjetëm. Ke sarkoidozë! Sëmundje siedeze! Je rasti i 15 në Shqipëri! Hata!

Karalliu bëri epikrizën. Një grusht me kortizone.

Çdo ditë mi jepte infermerja.

Çdo natë i hidhja në hale.

Me këtë skenar kaluan tre muaj.

Erdhi maji. Diell. Ajër i pastër. U shërova.

Dola nga spitali. Karalliu më dha recetën: kortizone. Kur u ndamë më tha:

-Mitro! Më befason. Kush pi kortizone-trashet. Ti-thahesh! Do bëj një studim...

Në vitin 1991 u bëra deputet. Ha o xhupe, po o xhupe, llafoste Nastradini.

Shkova në Romë. Dy javë në spital. Më tha doktori:

-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! Do you look 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, -Philipi frowned ...

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