I promised myself an early night. And I will keep that promise.

I haven’t listened back to last night’s late debate yet, that’ll have to wait a little while until I’ll find some time – it seems that I’ve lost it, time, it’s gone, and I can’t get it back, can’t find it anywhere. It’s not the first time that has happened to me. It is, to be honest, almost the story of my life. Chasing time.

One very strong feeling I took away from last night is that if nothing else helps, time will bring a solution. We got quite a few messages echoing our own feelings about the disappointing stance of some of the panelists during the Late Debate programme. They seemed to move at the same level as the civil servants that prepared the Taoiseach’s response to us. And the consultants from the NRH. They are all good people. But they have been worn down by “this broken system”.

Pádraig was doing well today. Two new things happening: the physios put Pádraig into a new position on his side, with his oxygen markers staying in a Nisht. And he will be getting a new tracheostoma that will make it easier to experiment with a a speech speech wale. – He’s had , aign,

Here is my second promise tonight: I will not be worn down. And I will keep this promise too.

I have never had so much support for anything I have done in my life before, ever. The majority of this support comes from young people most of whom I did not know just a few months ago. It is Pádraig and his friends who are the future. Most of the participants of last night’s programme, most of today’s politicians and HSE bureaucrats will soon be history.

In the meantime, and until they take over, we’ll just have to prepare the ground for them. Protect the most vulnerable.