NeuroDivine

From Dublin to Port Laoise, each appointment marks a step in the liturgy of life.

The week ahead is mapped out in care:

• Mon, Wed, Fri: Dialysis, the steady anchor.
• Tue: Andrew’s diabetes nurse.
• Thu: HIV clinic in Dublin.
• Fri: Respiratory clinic in Port Laoise, then dialysis again.

It’s a lot to carry. Each day brings its own waiting room, its own rhythm of tests and conversations. Yet together, they form a kind of liturgy — a procession of care, a sequence of pauses and pulses.

This is the reality of chronic life: the calendar isn’t just dates, it’s survival. Each appointment is both interruption and lifeline. The week ahead is heavy, yes, but it’s also a testament to resilience — to showing up, again and again, even when the chair feels too familiar and the road too long.

And it is also a reflection on rhythm and ritual. These appointments become stations of presence, places where the body and spirit are tended. Dublin, Port Laoise, the dialysis unit — each is a chapel of care, where courage is practiced quietly. The week is not just endured, but offered: a sequence of yeses to life, to care, to community.

So we walk into this week with coats on, support bears near, and humour intact. The map is crowded, but it is ours. A mosaic of care, resilience, and quiet courage.