
Her weakness crept in slowly
Spice jars she couldn't pop open anymore. Pill bottles and organizers became adversaries. Writing got harder to finish, and harder to read back. Phones became heavy after just a few minutes. Even ordinary things (pinning up washing, making a bed, pulling a lid off a yoghurt tub) had quietly become small daily fights.
None of this was dramatic. That was almost the hardest part. It crept in slowly enough that it just became normal, something to work around rather than something to fix.
