Growing up on an orchard on the outskirts of Sydney was filled with adventure and hard work. I was always outside working, playing or swimming in the river. Ultimately, I became covered in freckles. When I was 17, I moved to Bondi and discovered surfing. It soon became my passion, however, I was forever sunburnt.
When commuting to work, I always had a copy of Reader’s Digest on hand. An article I read in 1977 was about a type of skin cancer called a melanoma. Back then this was a new word. The article was informative about the dangers and
showed pictures of various types of melanomas. I knew instantly I had one on my thigh. When the train arrived at Wynyard, I went straight to my doctor. A few days later I was in hospital having surgery. Months later, after many tests, I realised I was lucky to be alive.
To this day I feel eternally grateful to Reader’s Digest. I still find it a great read and full of information.