Melbourne

I'm gonna say this once and not for pity. When I was 3 my mother had cancer. Like big cancer. There were no chemo just radiotherapy. No hugs. No questions asked. You just did as you were told to do. My earliest memories are waiting at Peter Mac. She survived because she had 4 little kids. Imagine that at 33 years of age.

Just recently a spot has been discovered on her leg. She's nearly 76. She doesn't need this shit but she'll fight it like a champ. Applying cream twice a day. Waiting waiting waiting. Jesus Christ I've joked that she could draw her own blood by now.

My Dad he had cancer too when I was 17. He survived but had since passed due to dementia.

What my parents taught me was to take life and do what pleases you. Don't waste it. Don't worry about what you don't have but what you do have. And believe me we had nothing.

So what I'm trying to say is days can go from good to shit real fast that's why I try to enjoy every day because it's conditioned in me from a very early age. Never be afraid of asking questions.