Life was great. I was fit and active, looking forward to the Melbourne Cup long weekend when to make things even better it was made official that I had been given my dream job - perfect!
I didn’t play cricket that weekend as I hadn’t trained because I didn’t feel up to it, and after the usual washouts and byes at the start of the season I couldn’t really get too motivated. Every time I trained I struggled but that’s what happens when you hit 41 years of age and you try to keep up with teenagers and fit tradies.
In June 2015, my brother Andrew was treated for diverticulitis (with antibiotics), a condition where pockets that develop in the lining of the intestine become infected or inflamed. A few years prior, he was hospitalised for over a week with similar symptoms, these included severe pain in the abdomen.
I was diagnosed with stage 3 bowel cancer a year and a half ago at the age of 26.
I was numb, scared and feared the worse.
I think for me the hardest part was the unknown.
I was 29 years old when I was diagnosed with stage III bowel cancer.
A happily married mum of two young children, I was enjoying a carefree life.
I’d been experiencing a range of odd symptoms for the past twelve months and decided to see my doctor after not being able to kick a simple cold virus.
We went through five extremely painful years.
They were especially hard for my strong, brave and beautiful mother.
She was diagnosed with stage 4 rectal cancer and it was very aggressive.