I was six months old when my dad was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.
Being so young and seeing my dad go through his fight with cancer was hard to really understand.
He passed away on the day of my first ever swimming carnival. I was just seven years old.
My mum said I wasn’t going and I said to her, “But I have to go, I have to swim for my dad”. So I went — my grandparents took me.