Is this what they call normal?

Here I am on a Sunday afternoon, watching the Little League World Series (sort of; actually Ken's watching it; there are several kids on the team from my neighborhood), listening the the breeze outside, chillin' out after church and lunch. Yesterday we went and looked at cars, went out to dinner (crab legs, yum!), came home and watched Wipeout! (that's comedy), Ken and Cody read a story, then I went in for snuggle time and prayers. As Cody starts softly snoring, I lay there with my hand on his chest, his hand covering mine, and it takes me a little by surprise. I think I'm living a normal life. It seems like it's been so long, I can't be sure. I eat a bowl of cereal in the mornings with Cody, sometimes run errands and eat lunch with Kassy, visit and eat dinner with Ken. There are a few times during my day that I don't even think about the journey I've been on this year. More often I'm hyper-sensitive to weirdness in my throat, or pain in my back. Or complaining about the chemo side effects. And I see people at church or talk to friends who say "you are so strong!" Someone at church told me last week I that was her hero for all the stuff I have been through. I don't know what these people are talking about. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for God's love, my family taking care of me, the meals and the cards from church. They are who the heroes are. They are the strong ones. But everyone still worries about me, so I guess things aren't normal yet. Maybe when we go to Maui with the kids next week, maybe on our 10th anniversary. Maybe when Kassy officially moves into her first apartment. Maybe in a few months when we find out if the chemo is working. I guess this can be the "new" normal. And that's ok. It helps me be thankful now, remembering where I've been. God is love.