I'd been travelling up and down to Sydney, doing the landscaping, leaving at five o'clock in the morning and getting home at five in the afternoon.
I was looking after my 18-month-old daughter, and she woke up during the midday sleep. I picked her up and actually fell down to the ground.
The doctor led me in to a small room. My wife was in there crying and said, 'You've got a tumour.'
Telling the kids was left with Sarah. Dad's in the hospital. He's got cancer and the doctors are going to do all that they can.
It was pretty daunting.
I recall coming back up from Sydney and I was with my father in law. I just said, 'I'm not going to see the kids.' And um, he just said, 'We take it one day at a time.'
The operation took ten hours. The surgeon and my oncologist have been happy with the initial and only operation, so...
When I came out of the operation I had speech problems, which I still suffer from but it's improved a hell of a lot.
And I get frustrated with my eight-year-old daughter. If she's playing up and I say, 'Stella, you do not do that!' and then I just haven't got the back-up information, and it just slowly comes. And she just looks at me and goes, 'And?'
It's a hell of a journey. But it's got to be taken as one day at a time. I've had nine months. I'm fit and healthy. I can drive. I run on the beach.
And I hope to be around for... a long, long time.
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