Normalcy really is what you make it.
My youngest Son had asked me to cut his costume wig. So the day of, he texted me first and asked if I was feeling up to keeping our plans. I said “not really, but let’s try anyways”.
As I cut (scissors next to his face), I suddenly fell over, which is pretty normal for me, though thoroughly embarrassing when out in public.
He caught me and asked if I was okay. He laughed and said “I think you got my ear, am I bleeding?” Which thankfully, he wasn’t. We laughed and went on; cutting, perfecting and chatting.
In the end, he’s happy with his wig, I’m happy I got to spend time with him and in that moment, illness didn’t matter or win. ❤️