Sleep

I sleep. A lot. It's not the meds; it's not for lack of sleep at night. I am, simply, tired. I believe when I am sleeping, the various parts of my body are convening in my honor to form covenants. Beneath the veil of sleep (my eyelids, actually,) I can see dark outlines of hands working to rearrange my cells and blood with quickness and care. I am their project. A project that pushes me every day toward freedom from cancer.