“I toyed with the idea of suicide. I spent months playing burraco online at night. My lockdown lasted three years. And when it came for everyone, with the pandemic, I was better because I shared the situation of the others ». Francesca Neri suffers from a chronic disease, interstitial cystitis. A pathology that changed her life, forcing her to remain locked in a room of her house and which she tells in a book “Come carne viva”. His husband, Claudio Amendola, 58 years old, a few days ago on TV he was moved by the courage of his partner: «Francesca is struggling. She fought with herself, with her physique, with her body. And when you are a very intelligent person, you can also find in sickness, in sickness, a reason to seek strength and then feel good. When it is not a clear disease, when you do not have something that you can recognize, but you have a difficulty in living your days, a physical difficulty because it is an enormous physical pain you try to understand in some way “.
Claudio Amendola to Verissimo in tears: “My wife Francesca is sick”
The illness
In an interview with Corriere della Sera, the beautiful actress away from the scene since 2015, tells herself with an open heart: «The acute phase lasted three years, I am not out of it, you cannot heal – she explains – you learn to manage it and not to provoke it so that it is not disabling. The first two years, I who do not believe in social media, have been in a chat of women suffering from this pathology. Then I found a balance, I have to learn to defend it. I began to deprive myself of things that could trigger a reaction. Air conditioning, heat, certain foods. The bladder is a wall and if it is injured, internal wounds are created. I know them well, I also have them in my soul ».
Mother
The book also talks about the total lack of affection of Francesca Neri’s mother. “I wouldn’t have written the book if it wasn’t there anymore. It is the thing that marked me … – he still tells Corriere – I learned to live without a mother but with a mother present. He did not understand the disease, he said that when she was young she too suffered. She was a simple and humble woman, without curiosity, unable to express feelings. He has never paid me a compliment in his life, never squeezed in his arms, never buried his fingers in my hair. My terror was to become like her. ‘
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