<p>It is July 2013. I’m walking towards the centre of a town I do not yet know. It is my first visit. From the train, a few days ago, I caught a glimpse of quaint little boutiques, pretty clothes, colourful flowers and dainty things in general. But I’m not going shopping for any of that. I’m going to buy dish gloves and plasters; dish gloves for putting compression stockings on properly and plasters for the blisters on my fingers! I am on a 3-week lymphoedema rehabilitation programme in this small Swedish town.</p>
