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  • Cancer Patient Plays Well, and Wins Big For Charity.

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    Recently, I was given some pretty bad news. I’ve got bronchiolitis obliterans, a lung manifesation of the graft versus host disease that plagues me after my bone marrow transplant. Essentially, it’s my donor’s immune system (in bone marrow transplants, you inherit the blood making cells of your donor, which includes their white blood cells) attacking me. This time though, in the lungs. Over time, it’s something I’ll have to watch very carefully, as the survival outcomes for this aren’t that great, and it’s something that progresses too.As you’d expect with anything of this nature, I was scared. Anxious, without even knowing it. Exams were going on too when I got the news, so I didn’t even get time to properly take it in, yet alone look it up. When I did, I realised how bad it could very well get for me. And I got even more scared.A range of emotions go through you when you hear bad news. You’d think I’d be good at dealing with these things now, given how I’d dealt with my cancer, and then my relapse and then a third cancer, and everything else (and there have been a lot of other things too) on the way. But though that attitude I took on board after all those things does help in the long run, it’s almost impossible to make some good come out of this when it just hits you. Experience isn’t exactly much help with these things. 

    But as these things happen time and time again for me, what seems to hit, and stay with me most, and longest, is a sense of finality. 

    Dealing with the leukaemia was the easy part, I feel often when I look back. The chronic effects of this all, combined with the frustration and grief (loss is loss; grief needn’t be associated with death) it brings about, makes me prone to feeling this way. 

    So I had this crazy notion a few weeks ago. What if this was the thing that brings me down? What if one of my hundreds of other conditions caused something like this too? Who knows how long I had left? 

    So why not live out my dreams?

    For those who don’t know, I play poker. I started about a year and a half ago, when the cramps I get, that nowadays leave me debilitated and in pain most nights, started progressing. I needed something to do. Something to get my mind off things. So I started playing this game I learned years ago, something I’d played just for fun and in passing, at our local club. I was gonna cramp sitting at home anyway. Why not play poker while I got them

    And slowly, but surely, I got better at it. I started playing buy-in, tournament events (I’d played for free for the better part of a year,  and win some money in the process). Nothing huge. In fact, til just a few weeks ago, the highest buy-in I’d posted was a $25 one. Most games I played were either free, or under $15. And til just a few weeks ago, I’d won over $6000, from less than $1200 in buy-ins! $2050 of that went to charity – as a reader of the blog had insisted on donating something to me, and that it be used for ME to have fun. That act stays with me til this day. The reason she wanted me to spend it on me just hit the nail on the head in terms what I was feeling at the time. But I couldn’t just take someone’s money in good faith. So I decided to donate all the winnings from her donation to charity instead! You can follow that journey here! 

    So, where was I? Ah, right. My dream. Well, for a while now was to go and play in the World Series of Poker’s Main Event. A HUGE poker tournament with over 6000 entrants every year, a first prize of over $7,000,000 (and a prize pool of over $60,000,000), but most importantly, one that attracts the world’s best poker players!


    I knew I was gonna play it at some point in my life. But after hearing the bad news a few weeks ago, I desperately wanted to do it this year. Even after the inital fear and that feeling of doom dropped away, I knew that life could turn at any moment, especially in someone like me. Who knows if I’d even be healthy enough to play the gruelling, 7 day tournament next year??


    Yet I was still afraid. The buy in for this was $10,000! I’d be playing some of the best players in the world! People who played this for a living! I knew I was good. But was I that good? What would my parents, what would everyone around me think? Was it really worth spending a good chunk of my savings on this??? 


    In the end though… this happened. 

    Yep. I did it. I booked the next flight out, for me and my brother, and the next day, we were there. 
    And the result?
    This. 
    I did it. I’d studied my butt off (because contrary to most peoples’ perceptions, poker is a game of incredibly complex strategy, math and risk stratification), read all my stuff and played the most focused, quality poker I’ve ever played, for 10 hours a day, for just under 40 hours and not only made a healthy profit, but beat out thousands of poker professionals (including some of my heroes – who I got to play against too!) to get there!
    It was the best couple of weeks I had in my life! All because I made this decision on a whim. 
    I think Jim Carey encapsulates every lesson you could take away from this in one minute.

     

     

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    So. What am I gonna do with the winnings? 

    Well, it’s not a $28,000 profit. Remember, $10,000 was used to buy me in. 

    But that’s still HUGE for me! 

    10% of the money goes to my brother. He’s long been suffering alongside me. Indeed, more than me, I’d say. It’s not easy going through cancer… but I reckon it’s MUCH tougher watching someone you love have to go through something like that, while not being able to do anything. He’s suffered not just the emotional and physical burden of looking after me, but also given up much of his life, just so I may have a semblance of a normal one. I can never thank him enough for that. But I can definitely try!

    Around 10% will be going to my cousin, whose family took me in for a couple of months, and treats me as their own, til this day,  and my father, who’s turning 50 this year. 

    And 10% will be going to charity. I’m an effective altruist, and don’t just believe, but KNOW that the best way we can make a difference in our lives is to give to the organisations that change the most lives per dollar spent. A great website actually does the research for you and ranks these charities for you. Which of these top charities am I giving to then? 

     


     
    A great summary of Effective Altruism – a way of giving that makes sense!

    In a way, all of them. Because, also something you may not know, recently, I started up a social enterprise – a charity that works as a business and distributes all profits to charities – called PlayWell! It’s been slow work, but as soon as I’m a little more healthy, I can dedicate more to it. And it’s well worth it. Because this thing could change the world. 

    Imagine being able to make those hundreds of thousands of hours you‘ll spend in your lifetime on entertainment achieve good. Well, on PlayWell, you can. Through many direct and indirect ways, your every action on this entertainment app will allow you to make the hours you’d be spending on Facebook, or YouTube, or Tumblr or Instagram – the things you’d be doing anyway – make money for charity! Every tiny action of yours will generate revenue for charity! All while you enjoy watching stuff from your favourite stars, supporting them, and discovering the best content on the internet! If you know an internet star/a budding one – let them know they’re invited to join now! Hopefully, it’ll be a thing – sooner, rather than later, and help charities make money in a completely different, currently untapped, way!

     

    If you know anyone who’s a budding/current online star, who wants to make more money while helping the world, tell them to sign up at www.playwel.org!

    And the rest of the money? Well… that’ll be put to letting me play Next Year too! And in bigger tournaments for the year to come! At least 10% of all my poker winnings from this day forwards will be going to charity. And I’ve proven to myself that I can play with the best of them. I’m sure now that this is an investment that will pay off


    While I was in America, I also visited some amazing doctors. And it’s not too bad news for me overall, and the lungs! A doctor who I get second opinions from routinely saw me in person for the first time, and said I looked much better in real life than on paper – which was great for my prognosis with this disease. The lungs are still iffy, all agree, but it’s not progressing, and indeed, may not progress in the near future, if I convince my doctors to get me on some drugs I’ve been telling them to put me on for months now... If you sense frustration there, you’re right. One of my doctors described the care I’d been receieving from my recent doctor as “neglect”… And though there’s one little issue left that may be concerning, overall, it’s still great news!

    And most importantly, I feel good! This trip has done so much for me. No matter how much I tell myself I can still do a lot – something that’s kept me going despite the frustration this disease brings – I still occasionally get brought down. Now, I’ll have at least one week that can remind me that I definitely can. Hopefully, that will help me continue to try and do as much for this world as possible.

     

  • The 200km Ride To Conquer Cancer… Conquered. It was the Best Weekend of my life!

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    As many of you know, I’ve been preparing for this bike ride. And I’m glad to announce… formally, well, on this blog, that only 2 months after I was done with chemo, I managed to complete the Sydney 200km Ride to Conquer Cancer!


    I was scared about it for months… But when I arrived at the start-line… just seeing so many people there who wanna beat this thing, hearing them encourage each-other on, and just immersing myself in the positive atmosphere took away all that fear.


    I was pumped. And the ride’s excellent logistics, the crowds cheering us on throughout the ride, the other riders urging eachother up the hill and the people who approached me, telling me my speech brought TEARS to their eyes; that they were riding for ME… that kept me going.


    And I made it =]


    It was honestly, the best weekend of my life. Being cheered on every few kilometers on the track… inspiring and being inspired by so many other riders all there for the same thing… getting to hear from and talk to and help others who have family, friends, or have suffered themselves from this horrible disease… What more could I want from a weekend. 


    Everyone felt the same way. Whether it be on the ride, where everyone somehow had a smile on their face, despite the pain their legs and behinds were going through… Or at camp, where we’d rest and cheer the other riders as they shared they stories… Or at the finish line, where everyone, not matter how much suffering they were going through, would stand up and cheer the last rider on.


    Everyone felt the same joy, the same feeling of accomplishment. 


    And it was because of riders like us that the Chris O’ Brien Lifehouse received $3.6million from the collected fundraising of 905 riders. 
    And I remembered how every time I’d hear about a fundraising event, or a new breakthrough coming through to fix cancer while in treatment… I’d get a smile on my face. Not only did we raise a huge amount that may just change the outcomes of millions of patients in the future, the fact that we were all there to show our support put a smile on EVERY cancer patient’s face.


    And That’s AMAZING. 


    This was my speech to start the event: 
     

    My training schedule and the ride itself:
    It wasn’t as hard as you’d think!

    The ride was daunting. The number, 200 (120miles) – terrifying to me before it. But with a few months of gradual build up – the day actually wasn’t too bad. 
     
    I mean the nutrition we were supplied with, and that I brought on the day itself (and my preparation), made the first 80kms of each day not too hard to keep pumping. Except for the hills… where everyone’s encouragment and the crowds along the ride kept you going!
     
    We did 100kms on the first day, camped out overnight, and did 112kms on the second. Everything was provided for – no worries there! And it cost only $50 to register. Honestly – just to have that experience itself would have set us back a few hundred bucks. It was very well run!
     
    What I ate the day before: I followed the pro’s, and general marathon advice. I had wholemeal pasta, with lean meats and a regular-spicy sauce (to taste) of course =P 
    During the ride, the regular pitt-stops, every 20 – 30kms at the start, and every 10kms towards the ends of both days, had Shotz tablets; the brand of electrolyte the pros on the Tour De France drink (at $4 a pop, with multiple bottles drank on each day – that itself helped us keep going). We had protein bars there too, as well as lunch on both days – a good, carb-rich, lean meat packed wrap or sandwich (with vegetarian options also catered for of course). 
    At camp, we had pasta with some very nice sauces too. And we had massages provided, as well as family and some amazing speeches to sooth our sore muscles too. It was great, and by the next morning, I was repumped to ride again! 
     
    The training up to this ride was also great – because I built up slowly. As I said in my video – I could only hit 5minutes on the EXERCISE bike when I started, I was that tired from all the chemo. But over the period of 4 months, I managed to get up to doing 50kms comfortably. And when I went out and rode – the adrenalin, the amazing atmosphere and the expert, well rationed nutrition – that took over. And I did it. As did many others who were nervous about it too – including a 70 year old lady I was talking to who had a partner, the same age, who had passed even dad and I! 
     
    And training for next year will be even better! Because I’ve managed to recruit mates to do it with me! And I invite you to join me – feel free to reach out and train with me – or get your own group of friends, colleagues or family and get out there and help conquer cancer too! 

    Sign up for the ride, wherever you’re from, today. If there isn’t one in your country/state – don’t worry. Because this thing is spreading faster than cancer ever could! So keep your eyes open! 
    Australia: http://www.conquercancer.org.au/index.html
    Canada: http://www.conquercancer.ca/index.html
    The US: http://www.cyclingacrossamerica.com/event/the-ride-to-conquer-cancer/
    Auckland: http://www.conquercancer.org.nz/

    The facebook page for the blog: www.facebook.com/musingsofamedstudentpatient

    My other recent talks:

    The Leukaemia Foundation Light The Night Talk I gave:

    My speech about My Story, and How what I learnt can help YOU guys achieve what you wanna achieve!

  • Nurses. True Angels in our Wards.

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    You see it all the time on those medical shows on TV. 
    You see a doctor, who could probably earn millions modelling
    on the side, running through hallways and corridors, hanging IV drips, getting patients
    food, finding time to sit down and talk patients through all their fears and
    concerns – basically doing anything and everything to help the patients through
    all of their troubles. 
    I guess that’s what I’d expected would happen when I was told I had cancer.
    My first week in hospital, however, would turn out to be a shock to my system. Even on the
    day I was diagnosed, I saw my doctors for no more than thirty minutes. 30
    minutes! And that would turn out to be the longest single session I’d see a doctor in
    a day, outside of emergencies… well… ever. 
    In the end, it was the nurses who did the REAL work.
    I’d been brought up, maybe through the media, maybe through cultural
    perceptions – probably through ignorance – thinking that a nurse was just an
    over-hyped house-maid. 
    As it turned out, it was a nurse who placed my first canula
    in emergency. A nurse who took my bloods every morning. A nurse who’d be in
    charge of injecting chemotherapy through my central line – a long plastic tube
    that pumps medicines from the veins in your neck to your heart. Hell, it was a nurse who
    put that in too!  
    If it wasn’t for their badges and uniforms, I wouldn’t have known the difference between them and the doctors. 
    In fact, I would’ve thought that they were the doctors. 
    Because the thing I found most astounding was that despite all their work on top of these vital responsibilites, despite taking care of, at times, half a ward-full of critical patients… despite their unreasonable shifts and rosters, they still managed to find the time to do all those I thought doctors would be doing.
    Yeah, it was a doctor first gave me the bad news. Yeah, he was the one who prescribed all my medications. Yeah, he was the one whose knowledge and experience I could trust.
    But it was a nurse who sat down and hugged me with my parents that day after I’d been told I had leukemia. A nurse who told me that my journey would be hard, but reminded me that I could survive nonetheless. A nurse who would sit down and just chat when I just couldn’t find it in me to sleep for the pain and worry. 
    And no matter how many cards we gave them in thanks, no matter how many chocolates or donuts we brought in – the true testament to their generous, giving souls, was the fact that they ALWAYS shared them with all the staff on duty. 
    Personally, for me, they’ve always been the balm that eased the sore of treatment. The girls and guys who’d go beyond their strict professional duty and hold my hand in emergencies, keep me calm during procedures and just keep me cheerful through their words and their, at times, crazy antics.
    And if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be the man I am today.
    I remember the day I came back in for my second round of chemotherapy. My heart was racing, pulse rising from my usual 60 beats per minute to well over double that, and it stayed that way for most of the day. 
    I was back in that damn place, stuck in the tiny confines of that room for what would end up being fifty-six consecutive, bed-ridden days. And the crazy thing was, I didn’t even realise I was in trouble. I hadn’t felt apprehensive or anxious about all this… I’d unconsciously bottled it all up. 
    But then, as I walked around the corridors and glimpsed the door of my last room, I saw this. 
    They’d known that I was a fishing tragic and that that was exactly what I’d be doing in my 2 week break. No matter how tiring, risky and stupid.
    And, just realising that the next few weeks of pain and torture would be eased by these people, these amazing souls who made their job a profession dropped my heart rate back down to normal. 
    They’re angels, all of them. The humblest, most devoted, most under-appreciated, yet most vital aspect of hospital life. And in my eyes, they’re the lynchpin of our medical system.
    So I hope after reading this, that next time a nurse tells you that you’ll have to wait another half-hour in emergency, you’ll understand it’s probably because there’s somebody who’s going through haemolytic shock due to
    blood loss just behind that ED door. Next time a nurse insists that you leave a friend or family members bedside, after initially getting upset, you’ll see that it’s because if they didn’t, other patients’ rest may be in jeopardy. Next
    time you’re about to berate a nurse for getting the bloods done a little late that morning, it’s probably because they had six other patients to medicate before they’d even gotten the chance to pull bloods out of a line.
    And I hope that you’ll forgive them. If not for their compassion, dedication or graciousness, for the fact that you’d expect the same of them if you were the one on that bed.
    Don’t worry – I know there are many roles in healthcare that
    do just as amazing work – social workers, dieticians and the hospitality to give a few examples. I’ll be doing them justice in later posts, don’t worry about that. 
    As for doctors, I do believe they have to up their game in helping the people they care for beyond just their physical condition. Read more about that here
    https://www.facebook.com/musingsofamedstudentpatient <– If you or a loved one needs help or if you enjoy my blogs or if you’re interested in medicine, like this page on facebook =]
  • My Story.

    If you’d like the full version, check out my book (it’s here for free!).

    “The good news is you’re 17 and you have leukemia, but the bad news is… you’re 17. And you have leukemia.”

     

    I’d sorta known it was coming. It had been months since I’d felt right. I’d come home from school and sleep until eight. I was off my food. I’d been getting weaker and weaker, losing my strength and speed week by week despite training almost 2 hours a day. I’d put it down to exams and stress. But damn… it was far from that.

     

    Now what? All my – and my parents’ – last hopes had extinguished with  the final test; a bone marrow biopsy. It hurts just as bad as it sounds… they stick a needle through your hip and suck out what’s inside. In my case, as a healthy, strong, near-adult, it took 3 doctors and lots of sweat just to pierce the bone.

     

    We hoped it was anything else but that until that. 
    My critically low blood counts? Maybe I had some vitamin deficiencies? My hour long nosebleeds? It must’ve been the dry air being expelled from the heaters. Sleeping 16 hours a day? Maybe I was just a slob, or tired from all that studying.

    In the end though… that was all denial.

    Questions racedthrough my  mind…

     

    What had I done to deserve this?
    What had caused it?

    WHY ME?? 



    I hadn’t done anything bad to anyone as far as I’d known… I was fit, hard working and I ate healthy. 

    FOR GOD’S SAKE… I WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN! 

     Wasn’t cancer for old people? Or those
    who smoked of something??

     

    Then I asked that final, scary question… 

     

    “What are my chances…”

     

    This man I’d met just yesterday glanced at his peers and looked me dead in  the eyes.

    About 10-20% that you’ll survive the next 5 years. 

     

    I cried. For ages. No matter how much my parents, nurses and close  friends would try and console me – I wouldn’t listen. How could I? I  was 17 and told I probably wouldn’t live to see 21.

     

    What would you do?

     

    I did those things that people don’t  know you’d have to do before chemotherapy. A heart scan. Lung function test. And lots of blood tests, to get a baseline. Chemotherapy apparently affects all those things. A sperm donation. Apparently it can affect that too. 

     

    Amidst all this was the constant messages from everyone – from my  parents, relatives and close friends, to nurses – people who’d only known me for an eight hour shift, max. All told me that it’d all be fine. That I’d be strong and I’d get through it. One nurse even had the nerve to say that the next few weeks for me would be filled with pain, vomiting, diarrhea and all kinds of awfulness. How dare she, when I was at my lowest?? How could she be so cruel?! 
    I kept questioning their words.

    How could they know what I was going through? How could they take away the fact that I only had a tiny chance of surviving?

    But in the end, I had a choice. Even if I didn’t know it at the time. And I realised that choice, when I decided to do one simple, yet extraordinarily thing. 
    I took a step back, and looked at what had happened to me, as if it had happened to someone else. 
    When I did that, those negative emotions dropped away. From that objective perspective, I was finally able to question  what I was doing, and ask myself, what should I be doing instead. 
    When I asked WHY I was feeling this way… I realised that I had the cancer now. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t go back in time, and change that. So what was all that misery I was going through doing for me? What was it accomplishing?
    Nothing. Other than making me feel WORSE about everything.
    Why was I doing that to myself?
    Because in the end, I realised that all those emotions – they were coming from me. MY brain, MY mind. And because it was… that meant that I could control how I responded.

     

    It’s by questioning all my doubts and fears, it’s through this attitude that I learned – there’s always a second way to look at things. 

    When you take a step back, and question what you’re doing, you’ll be able to see the path that leads to you being happiest and healthiest, in life.

    And from there… taking that path isn’t the brave, strong or courageous thing to do going forwards…

    It becomes the only logical thing to do.

    This mindset is what helped me find a way to deal with the cancer.

    And if it could help me see something to smile about, days after being told I’d probably be dead in the next few years… It can help you accomplish whatever you want in life too.

     
    I was afraid of the chemo, and treatment to come. But why just look it that way?
    When wasn’t it also a medicine? The very thing that could get me out of this? 
    I was feeling cursed for getting cancer young.
    But wasn’t it also a blessing?
    Instead of having to worry about a family, a mortgage, a job… I had my entire WORLD behind me! Amazing parents… loyal friends. 
    I was fit, I ate healthy, and I could eat a LOT – so I  could take the hardest treatments, and wouldn’t waste away as some do, during chemo.
    So maybe the bad news was that I was seventeen and had leukemia. 
    But… the good news was, I was SEVENTEEN and had leukemi
    And why was I feeling doomed about my chances? 
    When it was just that? A chance.
    My doctors, they wouldn’t be doing any of this to me, if they didn’t think it could work, right? 

    That 10 – 20% was beginning
    to look much bigger in my eyes.

    I started reading a book given to me by my mother. It was about a doctor who’d happened to develop bowel cancer. He witnessed the grief the other patients endured during their treatment, but in particular, he was struck by how they acted like it was a death sentence. He asked himself one simple question… 

    WHY?

    Why did they feel down about something they couldn’t control? Why were they acting as if they  were definitely going to die? Why did they see the treatment as  only something that brings misery when wasn’t it also a medicine? The very thing that could get him through this? 

    Why was he thinking like them?
    By asking why, over and over again, he saw another way of looking at things…. And that made all his doubts, all the obstacles in his path seem like nothing.
    And that cemented it. NowI could see that I was young, fit and hence more likely to survive. I was beginning to view the upcoming chemotherapies and bone marrow transplants as what it really was – A CHANCE OF A CURE, rather than just something that brought me pain and suffering. And from that nurse who’d told me of the horrible things I would encounter, I knew it would be hard. But not kidding myself, gave me a choice on how I viewed things. Yes, it was scary, knowing what would come. But acknowledging the pain and misery I’d feel, allowed me to prepare. I reminded myself what this was for, I’d have something to hold onto, when things got tough.
    And I wouldn’t have to force myself to be Strong, or Brave when I was at my lowest. Through this, I knew I’d have the greatest chance of not falling in a heap, and giving up, when things got tough…
    With that attitude, I KNEW I was going to get better.
    And I’m still here. Twelve years, 22 rounds of chemotherapies, a near fatal dose of radiation, two bone marrow transplants, going blind in my left eye, almost going blind in my right 6x after, getting open heart surgery, 2nd and 3rd cancers, multiple trips to the ICU, a life threatening chronic illness, a condition that shuts my muscles down randomly, depression, anxiety, and so much more, later.
    This mindset, like any mindset, solidifies itself, it becomes easier to do – it’s become my automatic way of dealing with things. It’s a process – that’s helped me not only deal with these tragedies (and more), but also face any problem. It’s the reason why I’m still here. 

    You may be thinking, that’s awesome man. Good on you.

    But I could never do that. 

    You may be thinking… that’s pretty cool… but how does that affect me? 

    I want you to ask yourself 1 question.


    WHY?


    Why wait for cancer, like I did, to live a happier, healthier life?
    Those little steps I did, I still apply, to every challenge I face in life.
    And not just health challenges. It’s helped me motivate myself – get into medical school, and become a doctor, despite numerous health and other challenges. It’s helped me find cures and fixes for my own conditions (I’m publishing one in particular, in a medical journal). It’s helped me create, patent, and raise money for social enterprises. The first, Knia Maps, which is the Google Maps for Accessibility; crowdsourcing in depth information to make the world a more accessible place. The second, Bheem Health. We’re creating a world first sensor mat which tracks movement over an entire bed affordably – bringing pressure sore, fall, vitals and emergency monitoring to not just critical care, ICU or high care scenarios, but to the home as well. I’ve helped develop and expand the world’s largest coalition of doctors dedicated to combating domestic violence. And so much more, too.
    This mindset is I’m happy and always looking at the better, more constructive way of looking at things, whenever I can.

    So, what had cancer taught me?

    And how could this help you?

    Obviously, my whole battle has changed my view of the world and how to handle adversity. And you may be thinking that you simply couldn’t do those things if you were in my situation, or that you’re not “strong enough,” to apply it into your life.
    But the major ideas, the things I did to get over cancer are simple ones – THINGS YOU ALREADY DO – which can help you almost accomplish anything you want in life. 
    You can’t get everything you want, you can’t cheat death. But they will help your chances along a damn sight. And remember – you will ALWAYS have a choice on how you view your life. 
    Sometimes it’s just hard to see that. Sometimes it’s hard to walk that path.
    But it probably can.
    And there’s no reason you should wait to make a change that could change your life for the better.
    A talk I did about my story… that outlines how this can help you guys too! 

    So Remember:

    • There is ALWAYS a second way to look at things.
    • If you take a step back, and keep asking “Why?” of all your doubts and fears, you won’t need to be brave, or strong… It won’t take willpower or creativity to see a better way of looking at things… And alternate path you can take, that leaves you happiest and healthiest.
    • Acknowledge that the journey to anything will be hard. But let yourself be human, and PLAN ahead to overcome these hurdles. It’ll give you the best chance of getting through them. Instead of being scared, you’ll try to forsee and overcome the challenges you’ll face. If there’s nothing you can do… it won’t make sense to make your suffering worse. Let future you deal with that! And when they do emerge, because you’ll have given thought to how you’ll overcome them, because you have a way of finding a second way of looking at them… You’ll be MORE LIKELY TO GET PAST THEM.

    It wasn’t just the chemo, my age, and my odds that got me scared. I had SO many other qualms, worries, and challenges too.

    But the beauty of this ‘mindset,’ is that it’s a Process.

    Instead of needing to tell myself what to do, or to tell myself (or have someone tell me) to be STRONG or BRAVE – this process allowed me to FIND a better way of looking at things MYSELF! By taking a step back, and breaking my doubts and fears down into bite sized, accomplishable pieces – I could do it Anytime, for Any challenge I faced.

    I was afraid. The studies, the treatments I’d have to go through did ultimately have low odds. But in the end, I also had the best of modern medicine – doctors at the forefront of their fields, who worked together – as all doctors do! A world class medical system, that wouldn’t bankrupt me, as an Australian! I was in the best place I could be. Why stress more, why give myself more stress, and fixate on things I couldn’t control (which would release stress hormones that would affect my physical health), when the best thing I could do, was the job of any patient lucky enough to not have other responsibilities. Take it easy, and get better!

    I knew I’d have to limit visitors when my immunity was low. I knew it was gonna be boring, and lonely as I went through chemo. But I had facebook, phones and technology to still be able to connect to people. I knew I’d need help – so I built an army of school mates, family, and strangers who could keep me busy. I got into reading, and started re-reading books that’d take ages to read. Harry Potter. The Magician Series by Raymond E. Feist. I started playing Runescape – an online MMORPG Game with NO END, again. And games like Age of Empires, and Pokemon, that could take DAYS to complete. Technology wasn’t perfect. But it would help me out! 

    If you ever need help getting there, post a comment down below or message me on my Facebook Page (I get messages from patients and regular people all the time asking for help or advice – and I’m glad to help.

     

    So you’re full of energy, you’re pumped up, you know you can do it. But don’t make that mistake of getting overconfident and wasting your opportunities because of that, and don’t allow your resolve to waver when you find
    yourself facing an obstacle. 
    Life will be hard at times. But only if you make it so. 
    I knew that the treatment was going to be tough. Excruciating. Exhausting.
    For others peoples’ goals, challenges may present themselves
    as distractions – things like too much gaming or social media or even partying too much. I should know, I spent almost a month wasting time before beginning to write this. But after a while of wasting time, ask yourself why? Why am I
    having fun scrolling down facebook aimlessly when my real interest is the beauty I can make from taking and editing photos of nature? Why shouldn’t I enjoy studying maths when I can feel that satisfaction from finding out why I
    was going wrong and next time getting those questions right? 
    If you’re trying to lose weight or be healthier, you can
    look at it from another perspective. Instead of enjoying downing a box of Krispy Kremes, think instead about the pain you’d get the next day from the stomach ache. If you don’t like running aimlessly, why do it? Try playing a sport you like, like basketball for me, or do other things – like playing laser tag or paintball or even just walking with a friend or a pet for a half hour per day.
    The biggest challenge you’ll have to acknowlege is your own
    laziness, or lack of motivation. You know that on some days you may be lazy, but remember your goal and all those things you have on your side to help you achieve it. When you don’t feel like doing anything, ask yourself why? Soon enough you’ll be back on target.
    Step 3 – Research and Plan
    Before you even begin to lift a weight or do a question or
    write a word in a book, you should have an idea of what your actions will do for your goal and why. Going in blindly or overconfidently into anything will reduce your chances of success. But if you do your reading, and know where you’re going, you’ll get there a lot quicker. 
    For me, in my battle against cancer, it was easy. I had
    doctors who were doing that for me, and they could answer any other questions I had on my treatment and things like hygiene and what to eat. 
    But in truth, it’s just as easy for anyone.
    Don’t be afraid to ask someone about something. If you don’t
    understand how a teacher did a problem, why should you feel stupid for asking her to explain it to you again? The second, and better way to look at it, is to ask yourself how much more stupid you would feel when you got the test back and failed because you couldn’t solve a similar problem? If you don’t know the best exercise regime for you, ask a personal trainer. They’re big, but they don’t bite.
    And if they don’t know the answer, you’re blessed to live in
    today’s society – where information or advice can be harnessed from the tap of a few keys and the clicks of you mouse. 
    Step 4 –> Do
    For me, I just had to sit back, eat as much as possible and maintain slightly higher levels of hygiene. I already knew I was going to make it – as will you – and I got to relax all day most of the time. 
    For your goals, it may be a bit harder, but at the same
    time, just as simple. 
    When you’re preparing for that final game of basketball, and
    all your research on the other team’s players and strategies are done, all you’ve got to do is get your body and your team ready to execute moves, shots and plays. So you shoot your shots. You lift those weights. You run those sprints. You dribble through cones and cones. If you’re in the gym, worried about looking weak compared to the older kids or bodybuilders, or slow against the sprinters on the track, don’t change your technique to lift more, or worse yet, give up altogether. Why feel that everyone thinks you’re weak, or horrible at what you’re doing when, if you look at it another way, you’ll end up in front of them in time by doing it the right way, consistently? You’d only look stupid if you hurt yourself by doing it unsafely. Why harm yourself to look
    good for others?Read about how Nikhil overcame his fear of judgement and became the most confident version of himself here!
     
    And when it finally comes time to that last game, you’ll
    know that you’ve done your practice, you’ve got your teammates, your skills.
    You’ll acknowledge it won’t be easy and that the other team may be good. But you’ll remember you’ve got everything on your side. And that you won’t doubt yourself on the court because of that. And that you’ve given yourself the best
    chance of winning.
     
    Life is all about giving yourself the best chance to be
    happy. And I hope what I’ve written will help you do that. 


    A talk I gave on this topic…

    I really encourage you guys to share this one amongst your friends/family in particular –> especially with those who are in really tough circumstances. Hopefully it’ll help them find a way past their sadness and get back to being their best.


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