So the rest of us have to learn how to lose well. I watched the different responses of the Ireland rugby team at the end of their game on Saturday; most were crying, some were on their knees, others were hiding their faces in their rugby shirts. Losing something you had completely invested in and thrown everything at is so hard. But can we see that there are other chances in the future?

In many ways I could be seen as a loser. I’ve lost my mobility, I have lost the ability to disappear into a crowd of ‘normal’ people. Some days all I want to do is cry or hide or drop to my knees. But other times, better ones, I stand up and think about what battle I could win. Rather than conceding defeat, can you lift up your head and smile, whatever your struggles?

I had to make my way to the front of church yesterday. My legs were shaking and most of me wanted to stay unseen. But I did it. The disinterested observer might have said, ‘oh poor girl’ but people who know me would have put it down to bravery, not defeat.

Look for the battles you face every day and see yourself as the victor. The camera is not on you, but you are there. If it’s only you who sees, pat yourself on the back. For every fear you face, every battle you fight, you are the winner. It might not be a rugby match, but it is a huge deal for you. Tell someone about it. Make a tiny audience of close family or friends and imagine them applauding you.

Of course you don’t have anything to prove, but a little acknowledgment is a good thing. I hope those rugby players see that there is more waiting for them. Just as there is more in store for you.

Some would say your reward is in heaven. That, without a doubt, will be the best prize anyone could hope for.