Two years have passed since Nadia Toffa's death and we hardly noticed it because she somehow remained in that small screen she loved so much.
She remained with the memory of his smile and his irony, present even when the evil made itself felt strong. She remained in that way of her doing reporting services, even when she got threats and beatings from those who did not want the truth to come to light. He also remained in his way of speaking openly about cancer and wanting to define it "a gift", which had made it "Bloom in winter" as he wrote in his book and as he testified on social media talking about chemo and nausea,of mothers and friends who give you strength in the darkest moments and also of boyfriends who go into hiding just when you need it most.
Many, sick and relatives of the sick, had felt reassured and strengthened by her words, others had become angry and had targeted her with insults and wicked death wishes because they would have gladly spared that "gift". But she had reacted with her head held high by continuing to defend the absolute freedom of each patient to speak as and as much as he wants about his illness or not to speak at all. And carrying out his most important message: "It is not important how much you live but how you live ...".