"On 15 March 2022, I was on a video call with a dear friend when I experienced a twitching on the left-hand side of my face and a slurring of my speech. My wife, Fiona, took me to hospital because we both thought I was having a stroke, and I spent the journey in the car adjusting to my probable death. Interestingly, I did not feel fear or anger; only sadness and disappointment that it was all going to end sooner than I had expected."
"I survived: but six days later, we learned that the cause of my condition was a particularly aggressive form of brain tumour called a glioblastoma. Since then I have read a number of accounts written by cancer sufferers. Many of them start with an uncertain diagnosis, often with a reasonable percentage chance of survival. But unlike these accounts it was absolutely clear that the tumour would kill me: there was no cure and I was given a median life expectancy of 15 to 18 months."
On 15 March 2022 I experienced facial twitching and slurred speech, was taken to hospital expecting a stroke, and spent the journey preparing for probable death. Six days later the cause was identified as glioblastoma, an aggressive brain tumour with no cure and a median life expectancy of 15 to 18 months. I felt sadness and disappointment rather than fear. The prognosis led me to accept the situation and determine to make the most of remaining time, beginning with plans to write an autobiography. I reflect on a career devoted to tackling climate breakdown and long-term leadership in international climate negotiations.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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