I go to sleep with breast cancer, I wake with it.
As I arrange my pillows around an aching arm, I try hard not to remember when I last arranged my pillows so meticulously.
It was the same Time of year only two years ago, when I was seven months pregnant.
I arranged cocoons of pillows around my body as I tried to sleep.
Here I am, only two years later, doing the same thing because I am recovering from an infection in my sternoclavicular joint.
A strange place to have an infection, but with my immune system shot to pieces by chemo that’s where it lodged, sending me to hospital for nine days.
I arrange the pillows and try not to remember being pregnant.
Because that belongs to before and this is now.