Almost go time!! is the place to be tonight. From 9pm tonight (Irish time) all the way through to 9pm tomorrow, MPS, a society in DCU, Ireland will be holding a 24 hour live broadcast charity fundraiser in aid of Histiocytosis. There will be great entertainment for you all night! All information and links are available on the website, and don’t forget to let your friends know! The donation link again is… please donate as much as you can to this non government funded charity. This cause means an extra special lot to me as this disease directly affects me and my life. The Histiocytosis Research Trust has never received such support from a charity fundraiser like this before, and it would mean the world to have the support and donations from around the world!


Two weeks ago on Thursday 8th finally graduated from DCU.

After 4 years, 1 year that wasn’t anticipated and 3 years unwanted, I have graduated with a BA in journalism, however I do not want to be a journalist, I want to be a motivational speaker, it is a difficult profession to get into. I can now focus on exercise and my mobility; although I have a 2 year old child, he is in creche from 9am to 5pm 5 days a week which gives me a good 8 hours to focus on exercise.

As far as the job front goes, I am looking to go on and do a master’s and graduate in an Eksoskeleton suit 😎😎 (like below)

As I wasn’t able to this time because of a burn I had done to my leg (with a kettle), which tightened my tendons.

Unless I become a millionaire in the meantime, the master’s won’t be needed😛😛😎

Worrying, happy times: update

I’m home after spending 5 days in hospital due to a temperature reaching 39.8 and as a result I have been taken off my chemo tablets (DUN DUN DUUUUN😦😦😫😫) which means I might be at risk of deteriorating, but I have an appointment on Tuesday to hopefully get back on the tablets minus the temperature.

In OTHER NEWS! rather exciting news, I have passed all my exams in uni meaning I am GRADUATING IN NOVEMBER!!!😄😄🙌🙌 I am delighted as it means I can put the last unexpected 6 years of studying journalism to bed with a degree at the end. NO MORE STUDYING!!😁😁 which I am delighted with as studying wasn’t exactly my forte. Now the only stress I have is finding a graduation outfit… oh and to walk for graduation, but I have a trick up my sleeve to ensure I can walk😉 just in the case my result doesn’t happen in time. Either way, I’m up for the challenge😎😎

And we’re off: update

I began treatment this morning, as planned. I’ve been told it will take a couple months before I start seeing changes, however I’m already seeing small improvement, but I’m wondering is it the treatment working or is it just my mind wanting to believe I’m getting better and then the whole is it all in my mind aspect has to be considered and I think it’s best not to get that deep.

I’ve been told doing exercise helps so I’m doing 80 minutes of cycling x2 a day, as recommended by a young woman in Texas who has the same degenerative condition I have.

Almost 3 hours each day on the bike, kindy loaned to me by the HSE and 30 minutes roughly with the muscle stimulator I’ll be back walking before you know it!! 🙌🙌

It’s a good day (hopefully)

Hi all, well to those who clicked on this link. First off, let me apologise for not posting for a (long) while. Raising a son is tough, especially when there’s a million and one other things to do and all I want to do is sleep.

My son is now almost two years old and is in creche during the weeks; I have finished college so have some free time on my hands, which I am going to dedicate to this. I will also be starting vlogging because… I AM STARTING TREATMENT ON TUESDAY!! 🙌🙌 and I mightn’t have the energy to write. For most people, the idea of beginning treatment is a scary and daunting thing and far from exciting, however, my case is different because I am at my lowest, most desperate stage with this illness. I have lost the ability to walk, because of this illness, I have lost the ability to sound like or talk like most other people, because of this illness and now worst of all, it’s is trying to take away my arm mobility, hand and finger dexterity. I won’t let it go without a fight and I am hoping this treatment on Tuesday will stop it in its tracks and hopefully make a massive improvement because I’m scared to think what my quality of life will be like in ten years time if there is no intervention.

I hope to follow in the footsteps of Shan Tynan who also has LCH but multi system. Shauntelle is currently in Texas, where I was debating to go but treatment over in America costs a bucket load of money and the doctors here have been kind enough to take the chance on me
The doctors are saying, they are happy to see no deterioration, but that won’t satisfy me, I want to be able to walk again after this! Which is why I am doing a little bit of exercise (mostly) everyday; and I will go high tempo once I start the treatment.

Here’s hoping treatment goes well, I’m keeping a positive attitude towards it all.

Until next time.

Why Rare Matters

Imagine being diagnosed and having to fend for YOURSELF over a disease, because it is considered “too rare” for international research into finding a cure, too rare for government funding and “too rare” even for national recognition in your own country

Imagine relying on the knowledge and experience of others in a dedicated forum who are more likely to be better informed about your condition than a medical professional.

Imagine having a forum be your first go to place for answers in the case of a medical emergency, rather than your local hospital; because all that doctors will probably do is overlook your condition or worry and think you’re “crazy”.

Imagine having to fight your doctor’s decision for a second opinion, or never being able to relax, because, at any moment, this disease can resurrect from the dead.

Welcome to the daily struggles I, 16 others in Ireland; over 1,500 in America and over 2,000 worldwide, (and that’s just on Facebook,) face living with the same particular “rare disease”. Why rely on other members over doctors? In the event of a rare disease, unless life threatening, doctors see little benefit for finding a cure. But for the small minority, it could mean the difference between a good quality of life, or bad.

I have a disease called Histiocytosis, a rare blood cancer, which, if you’re lucky enough to survive it, as a compromise, you’re stuck with it for life. This disease which was cursed on me at three years old was treated with chemotherapy and was in remission for ten years. Unluckily, I had late effects, in the form of a degenerative condition called ND CNS I was diagnosed with at 13 years old. Five years of fighting a battle that was inevitable to be lost, I had to surrender to a wheelchair because of no treatment to prevent my condition deteriorating. At 18 years old I faced a transition which could have been avoided, if only Irish doctors had more empathy and compassion towards the lives of patients with rare diseases. I am just as entitled to a good quality life as anyone else, but I am denied this simply because of a disease considered too uncommon to be worth funding for a cure. A disease no one takes a second glance at because “it’s unlikely to affect” them or a loved one.

The unfortunate reality is that the world is run by money, and the sad case is that if an illness doesn’t affect enough people to cause an impact, that illness is swept under the carpet and turned a blind eye to. Instead we should be at disposal to help; Empathetic to assure an individual a life of stability, despite the statistics of an illness likelihood, because life is about helping those less fortunate, and nothing is more unfortunate than having to face a problem alone. Nothing is more isolating than knowing you are the black sheep that no one wants to help.

A rare disease may be unlikely to knock on your door, but if the day comes that it does; wouldn’t you like to be assured there is a cure? Fight for rare disease awareness. Care for rare. Because I’m sure you wouldn’t like to find yourself facing a rare disease someday that no one gives a second thought about.

Niamh ni Ruarí

Don’t be ignorant. Be cool

Dealing with the fact my mobility has declined from independent to now needing a wheelchair, caused by a heartless, unforgiving, relentless degenerative condition is still hard enough alone for me to process. In fact, living in a world designed for two legs, and not four wheels means a challenge EVERYDAY that someone with working legs would take for granted.

When someone with NO ENTITLEMENT abuses the services provided for those with extra needs, it may be disapproved by many, but nothing gets done this way to ensure for this not to happen again. But when someone WITHOUT need to use services designed for people who do and PREVENT genuine users from availing of these facilities, this is when it pisses me off.

On Monday, the special needs toilet was engaged. Who came out was a man who started apologising to me saying he was “feeling sick”.

Hmm, I never got the memo saying it was acceptable for people to use special needs toilets to deal with an insignificant emergency, at the risk of preventing those who sincerely need them.

Institutions and wheelchair friendly buildings that only provide one wheelchair facility, shouldn’t necessarily be considered a wheelchair friendly zone. One special needs facility to cater for all is bound to run into some with genuine needs waiting to use it, which is almost impossible for services when catering non needing people.

In my university, there are about a million and one facilities for non-needing students and only ONE. In each building for needing students. This includes toilets, elevators, ramps and automatically opening doors. Services that ideally would be respected and not abused by users who don’t depend on these, but unfortunately are.

One special needs facility to serve for all users is a bit ridiculous. I’m sure there would be uproar if only one facility was provided to fit for all users with full use. So why are individuals with special needs treated inhumanely in comparison?

Does this seem fair?

The world is FAR from equal to all situations in life. But I won’t rest until there has been at least an improvement.

Lovely example of ignorance and no respect for others whose only option is to use special need services:

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Happily ever after- mostly

Hello one and all!

I’m so sorry it’s felt like a decade since my last post. This year has been quite eventful.

1. Firstly, I met the love of my life in early January. We’re head over heels about eachother. We’ve had a similar childhood, both full of hardships; we have a similar sense of humour, music taste, attitude to life. 2016-01-10-17-18-32 :’)2016-05-11-21-57-47 Yes, it kind of breaks my heart to think of how much my condition could deteriorate. I don’t want to leave him with someone to care for rather than have to love for the rest of our lives.

But anyway! enough of imagining the worst. We’ve been a couple for the last year, and quite honestly, he is my rock, my friend, my everything; he’s one of the best things that has happened in my life. Yes, we have hard times, but we love eachother much more than to let the bad times effect our relationship

Second and probably biggest

2. I’M NOW A MAMA!!:D My beautiful boyfriend gave me a beauiful son. I was pregnant for the majority of the year 2016, hence why I was so quiet. My life was set to change the moment I decided I wanted to keep the baby (getting rid of him was never really an option or consideration). Now my life has a purpose (well two) I have never felt so happy to have resisted my suicidal thoughts all those years ago. I love my son and want to see him grow up.