Clare’s aunt, Sr Margaret McGrath, was recently asked to speak at the 2018 Glasgow Meningitis Ball and decided to write a poem:
The ME in Meningitis
The ding of Social Media
waking me from sleep,
the picture of my niece’s child
that makes me want to weep.
A swollen red-faced six-week-old
taped and tubed.
Her mother waits,
anxious for news that’s good.
on a tiny frame, tiny wristband, tiny name.
I am on my knees, praying that this virus
isn’t meningococcal meningitis;
that in this insidious lottery
she will beat the odds
and grow to her potential,
having everything essential
to live life to the full, not wrapped in cotton wool,
her limbs intact, for the awful fact
of the matter is that many do not survive unscathed.
On a night like this one, filled with joy and cheer
as befits the Meningitis Ball,
think of those you hold dear, and no matter
how large or small your giving,
someone’s chance of living a fuller life
will not be measured by the toss of a coin.
Thank you for giving Niamh the chance
to sing, to play, to dance!