Rosie Farrell

A different kind of marathon

One, two, three, four. Step by step the path flew by underneath my feet. In truth it was probably far more sluggish than that, but I hadn’t been out running in two full months so this felt pretty spectacular. Sure, my muscles and my lungs screamed a bit, but not enough to dampen my euphoria.ContinueContinue reading “A different kind of marathon”

Sweet dreams

As the plane descended, I could hardly believe my eyes – the landscape and the scenery was something I thought only existed in picture books. I finally stopped holding my breath. After almost two years of planning, having had to cancel last year’s trip thanks to MS, we’d finally made it to Iceland – andContinueContinue reading “Sweet dreams”

I don’t want …

I lay on the bathroom floor shaking and crying in pain. How was I back here again? Was this ever going to end? I just want things to be back to how they used to be.This can’t be my life. Can it? I’d had what appeared to be a rather horrible IPIR (Immediate Post InjectionContinueContinue reading “I don’t want …”

One more hill

One last hill. Only a few more kilometres the spectators roared. Every muscle in my body had started screaming at me – “what are you doing this for?” A headache was creeping in and I knew my blood sugar was dropping. I’d come this far – but this hill? One last hurdle. Every little negativeContinueContinue reading “One more hill”

Immune to nothing

Where to begin? It’s been one of those weeks. Fatigue floored me on Monday and seems to have held on all week. By Thursday I was terrified there was a relapse on the horizon and I have no idea how I managed to make it through the week. All those feelings and emotions about MSContinueContinue reading “Immune to nothing”

Running in the fog

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock… I lie and listen to the sound of time passing. Children laughing outside. Cars passing. Niall humming as he washes the dishes. My mind is racing, ready for action. But my body won’t listen. My eyes won’t stay open. I can no longer remember what life was like before this. TheContinueContinue reading “Running in the fog”

Proposing the next chapter

What marks the start of one chapter and the end of another? A year ago if someone had predicted the last six months of my life I’d never have believed them. And what a few months they have been – the highest of highs and the scariest lows – the perfect snapshot of life inContinueContinue reading “Proposing the next chapter”

Bravery

I’m overwhelmed by how amazing everyone has been since I made the decision to be open about having MS.

I spent so long wondering if I should tell people about my illness. I’m not quite sure what I was scared of, maybe I was afraid it would make it more real, that people would treat and look at me differently.

Where it all began

It took one weekend to change everything. It took me another six months to realise just how much had changed. People say you don’t realise how lucky you are until something goes wrong. I did. Sure, we all lose our way from time to time, but I’d spent the last few years thinking how luckyContinueContinue reading “Where it all began”