I can feel my fingers today.

Having the feeling back in them has been a bit like a revelation of sorts. I keep touching everything, knowing I can feel again. You don’t realise how much you need something until you don’t have it; but this is true of most things.

The twin inside me has moved down to my legs today. Though nothing near as bad as usual. There is a dull throb in my calf muscles that pulsates and I wonder, vaguely, if this twin inside me ever tires of tormenting the walls of my skin.

When I have less pain than usual (for there is always a little bit) it feels like I can breathe again. It feel as if I’m able to stand taller walk prouder. I know that the pain will resume, that it will come back stronger than before.

But during that time where there is little pain, I feel like I’m alive again.