Nine Summers: Our Mediterranean OdysseyAllen & Unwin, 1940 M01 1 - 336 páginas When surgeon Felix Huber was diagnosed with a rare cancer at age 60, he and his university lecturer wife, Rina, had a choice: draw inwards and eke out whatever time he might have left, or gamble on the future and live out their long-held fantasy of sailing the Mediterranean. The couple, sweethearts since childhood, chose to celebrate life. They had nine glorious summers of adventuring together, sailing from port to port around France, Italy, Greece and more offbeat destinations on their yacht. Along the way, they were befriended by locals, marooned in a hidden smugglers' harbour, and introduced to joyous new tastes and sights at every stop. There were numerous health dramas along the way which tested their optimism and their determination, but throughout it all the couple stayed positive and treasured living their dream. This is their heart-warming story. |
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... hand. 'I have to get back to theatre.' 'Thanks, Fred.' Cancer! Felix had cancer! The word rolled and spun round in my head. It couldn't be right, this must be a mistake. To me, Felix had always been indestructible. I couldn't comprehend ...
... hand. 'I have to get back to theatre.' 'Thanks, Fred.' Cancer! Felix had cancer! The word rolled and spun round in my head. It couldn't be right, this must be a mistake. To me, Felix had always been indestructible. I couldn't comprehend ...
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... hand, clinging to it as if to ensure I wouldn't escape. Was this a sign of insecurity, or was it to reassure me that everything would be all right? His role towards me, towards our children, his patients, had always been that of the ...
... hand, clinging to it as if to ensure I wouldn't escape. Was this a sign of insecurity, or was it to reassure me that everything would be all right? His role towards me, towards our children, his patients, had always been that of the ...
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... hand and held it tight as we took our seats. It was a silent place where people spoke in whispers. Near us, a young ... hand. A girl peered into a mirror and adjusted her wig. The hand of an elderly woman shook as she collected a cup of ...
... hand and held it tight as we took our seats. It was a silent place where people spoke in whispers. Near us, a young ... hand. A girl peered into a mirror and adjusted her wig. The hand of an elderly woman shook as she collected a cup of ...
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... hands. I shut my eyes. Felix had no problems going to sleep and keeping everything under control. But my heart was pounding, my brain buzzing. 'How does he manage to be always in control, never lose his cool? Maybe that's what surgery ...
... hands. I shut my eyes. Felix had no problems going to sleep and keeping everything under control. But my heart was pounding, my brain buzzing. 'How does he manage to be always in control, never lose his cool? Maybe that's what surgery ...
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... hands on our way back to Sydney, I looked at Felix in disbelief. 'Oh, that crazy notion!' I thought, and didn't know what to say. Then, almost muttering to myself, I said, 'How would we deal with medical problems?' 'First we need to ...
... hands on our way back to Sydney, I looked at Felix in disbelief. 'Oh, that crazy notion!' I thought, and didn't know what to say. Then, almost muttering to myself, I said, 'How would we deal with medical problems?' 'First we need to ...
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