This is the story of a very brave young man.
I was with him when he took his first breath and I was with him when he took his last. One was a moment of exquisite pleasure and the other was a moment of unimaginable pain. He gave life, and particularly the last two years struggling with terminal brain cancer, his best shot. He never stopped smiling; never gave up; never said no more.
He was diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme (GBM) brain cancer on a cold, wet and wintry 8 July 2016. He was given 12 months to live. We got 22 months.
In December 2017 we found out that none of the treatments were working and he was unlikely to live much longer.
On 28 March 2018, we were told it was all over. He died at 1.45pm on 15 April 2018. I promised him I would write a book. I kept my promise. – Ken Fleming