Your Generosity gives hope.



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.

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