‘I’m 16. Five months ago, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer’

Once in a while something forces you to take a re-look at your life. Today’s needull is one such.

Five months ago, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer aged 16. It was rather as I’d pictured GCSE results day to be: a lot of stress waiting for potentially awful results, although, as it happened, GCSE results day was a pleasant surprise. But, like many whose grades came as a disappointment, I got over it soon enough. I think it’s surprisingly easy to adapt to this kind of news. After all, while I’m not going to deny its personal significance, it doesn’t really change anything important.

Max Edward’s article

Marxist blogger who wrote about his terminal cancer dies aged 16