As someone with no real familial history of cancer, the last few years of my life has come as somewhat a bit of a surprise. I’ve always been a relatively healthy person.
Sure, I haven’t exercised perhaps as much as I should have, and I am sure I could have made some healthier lifestyle choices, but apart from a few months of high blood pressure (after marrying and the birth of my first son) back in 2004, my health has been stable.
Following the birth of my son, and the subsequent challenges that we then faced as a couple in London, England – we decided to emigrate to Australia to be closer to my then partner’s family, for the additional support.
Moving from my beloved London, England, to Brisbane Australia, away from my close friends and family, was never going to be easy, and this despite having lived in various places around the world. There was something very finite about this move and I found the process very unsettling.
We did it though, and despite a very challenging first few months in respect to my family’s health, we eventually got the children settled, and I successfully managed to transition my business.
Initially, I would travel backwards and forwards, and the frequency of those trips decreased over time.
Everything was going to plan, until one day, I got a phone call at work that was about to change everything.