I was 49 years old, living a normal life, with a good job in public relations and as a press officer for important personalities and events. One evening, on a rainy day, a stupid accident happened: I just lost my balance, and the scooter fell on me, hitting my chest. At the emergency departement, they did an X-ray, everything was fine. A few months later, right at the spot where I had hit, a small lump appeared. Month by month, it continued to become more evident and painful. Naively, I thought it was an "internal" bruise that wouldn't heal. Having some aesthetic issues with my breast, I turned to Raffaele, a young and skilled plastic surgeon who, during the visit, noticed my "lump" and asked for explanations. "It's a bruise that won't heal," I told him while he shook his head. Worried, he asked me to do all the necessary tests.

The results were delivered to me on Christmas Eve: "infiltrating ductal carcinoma." My world collapsed. Who knows why I was convinced that something like this couldn't happen to me; a few years earlier, I had lost my sister Bice to the same disease... an open wound, an indelible scar. And now it was my turn.

I gathered my strength and decided to fight this disease with all my energy. My concern was to relive my sister's drama: she had three surgeries, two "conservative" and then a mastectomy. The cancer moved from one breast to the other. Then, metastases everywhere and until end. While the memory of my grandmother without a breast was still alive, she had survived to old age, I had to make a difficult, painful, and above all, radical decision. Meet Riccardo Masetti was crucial: due to the heavy family history, he agreed that bilateral mastectomy was the most appropriate solution to face the cancer. I was terrified. I was mainly worried about the reconstructive part, naively thinking I could regain my emotional life, but it wasn't so, and I am still alone.

I am a believer, but in my own way, and I think that accident was not a coincidence; "someone" wanted it to happen... because that impact was revealing and accelerated the visibility and diagnosis of my cancer. It would have happened later, who knows at what stage. What has given me the strength to resist and move forward in the last 10 years has been my "creature", the child I couldn't have, "Women for Women against Violence," a "vision" that unites the two killers of women: gender-based violence and breast cancer, now also a TV-Show. This wonder is a ray of sunshine that allows me, in addition to telling stories, to help women in difficulty, and this makes me happy because I know well the economic toxicity they have to face. It has also targeted me because of the cancer that took away my job without anyone being able to help me. Years and years of battles for survival. Twelve years have passed, and nothing has changed; even today, it doesn't give me a break.