A seventeen-year-old boy is diagnosed with cancer. “Two years ago, Ewing’s sarcoma hit me like an airplane crash. I underwent more treatments and operations than the unluckiest of Marvel heroes. But I am a normal teenager without any super powers. I have parents who are doing well, a little sister as unpleasant as a chemo session and I live in a boring suburb. Ok, it’s true, I am walking on a tightrope in a storm and any fall will probably be fatal. But I love life … Putting one foot before the other one is not enough for me anymore. I intend to my mark before bowing out.”