I felt like I had a flu in early 2017…and despite DESPISING doctors, I went. I had been previously working as a scaffolder, rigger, dogman and forkie – hard yakka for someone that’s 57kg – and all of a sudden, I had a hard time carrying my laptop and backpack and books to school – as well as walking more than a few hundred metres.

After the GP saw me and got me the results (next day!) he said that I had this condition for more than 20 years. Whoa. Imagine that. SO, I asked him if I should simply order a coffin (lime green with an iPad, polkadot pillows and a Spidey one-sie and woolie socks), or do what he tells me. Obviously I did what he told me to do.

This is aggressive stage 4 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, and I was warned that I might not make it through the year. 2017. At the beginning of 2018, when I started chemo, I was told I might not make it through my second cycle. I’m still here.

My haematologist – lovely Professor that has worked on lots of stem cell research, stated to me just recently that IF I hadn’t seen the GP, I would have certainly died months after. I’m still here.