In the middle of winter, while I’m struggling through chemotherapy, I find out. I arrive at the factory, as I do every morning, impatient to get to work despite the constant pain and usual nausea. It’s a matter of duty to me to enter the premises I created with my head high and a smile on my lips. It’s by leaving illness outside the doors of this company that I stay alive and am reminded of who I am: Acompany boss and a woman of action. If I managed to get up in the morning, that means it will be a good day.
Reconnecting with the bustle of human life, being at the heart of what I do best –managing –fills me with joy. The need to work, to make myself useful, is something I never felt quite as strongly before. Although it depletes my body of all its strength, cancer also leads me to seek new, unsuspected resources within myself. Although some days are very difficult, I get down to work with my enthusiasm intact, certain that I’m in the right place, happy to accomplish something and to fight against the weight of time.