That is the impression I get when scrolling through social media or driving to one of many hospital appointments and seeing our once empty beaches filled to the brim with day trippers.
Parks heaving with families soaking up the sun with not a care in the world.
See life for us is very different. Throughout the whole pandemic, my son has been having chemotherapy for bone cancer. So as a family, we have been shielding since March.
We have looked through our windows green with envy at the people walking past, laughing and smiling. We have seen people spending days at the beach with their friends and family, with not a care in the world.
Yesterday we were told the devastating news that my son has tested positive for Covid. No maybes, no wait and sees… he has coronavirus.
We have stayed in for over 3 months. We have done everything we can to protect our son, but he’s got it anyway.
His small body is already fighting to the max against the aggressive chemotherapy, his borderline heart failure from the chemo, a new lump in his leg and now this.
How much more can we take?
He is tested weekly at the hospital at the start of each admission. Last week he was negative.
The only place he has been in hospital. We have a short walk from his ambulatory care room to the Cancer Centre. We are donned with medical face masks, gloves and hand gel. Being a cancer Mum, this comes as standard anyway, virus or no virus. Everything is a threat to our children.
So he has caught it from someone walking past.
Someone who thinks they are invincible.
Probably someone asymptomatic who doesn’t realise they have it, doesn’t realise they are passing it around.
My son has no immune system, become the very drug that is used to save his life, is damaging every other part of his body.
He is weak, he spends most of his time in his wheelchair now rather than walking, because of his heart.
All he wants is to be given a chance to fight this with everything he has got. He is giving it a bloody good go.
But he was relying on everyone else to help him out too.
People do their bit by running race for life and raising money. They will donate to cancer charities when it tugs on their heart strings. They will start to somewhat understand, when a friend is diagnosed with cancer.
But by being sensible now reaches us immediately.
The very type of family you run for.
The very type of boy you read about and wish you could help.
So this weekend when the pubs open, remember my boy and our story. Remember those children who are battling demons would could only imagine. Remember that you can help them.
Please be sensible.
Please don’t ever think just because your immune system is fine, it doesn’t matter if you go out or not.
It does matter.
It matters to people like us who now have this extra layer of worry on top of everything else.