This time last year my nephew Adam was desperately ill.
We were just starting to understand that maybe, for him, there wasn't going to be a cure. That his cancer had moved too far, too fast for medical trials to keep up.
He died on 11 March, a month before his 18th birthday. He had had Burkitt’s Lymphoma for more than two years at that time.
His dad, Richard, has just published two blog posts marking the first anniversary of Adam’s death. One is Adam’s gift to the world—a list of 35 books that he and his dad thought everyone should grow up with. Adam was a major bookworm.
The other is a blog post about fundraising.
Cancer is one experience over which you have very little control. Bereavement is another. As Richard writes, “People talk about ‘fighting’ cancer, but most patients and their families are unable to land a punch—it’s not in their power to do so.”
During Adam’s illness—and after his death—fundraising has been a way to focus some of that experience to achieve something positive in the world. Adam wanted something to come of his experience. Fundraising has been one way of achieving that.