My best friends neighbour got diagnosed with a brain tumour when he was only 19. He died 4 years ago. In the months before he died I got to know him quite well, as we hung around in the same circle of friends, he was really good friends with my best mate Suzy. Never once did he feel sorry for himself and always had a smile on his face, even though he must have been going through absolute hell.

He was one of the nicest blokes ive ever met and really admired him for how brave he was. If im feeling down or sorry for myself, I think of him and realise even if things seem really bad, its nothing compared to what he went though.