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.