My parents took it hard, but I wanted to stay strong for them. The journey was difficult for my whole family—in and out of hospital for many years disrupted my college years and I had cancer spread to my left lung twice, which ended with my left lung being totally removed. So I stand here with one lung and a metal knee joint. So often you'll see me limp. I call my limp my swag. And I often get short of breath, but I'm just pretty unfit. But I'm truly blessed to be here. I recall looking out of my hospital window—whether it be at Middlemore Hospital overlooking our friendly grammar rival school, King's College, or Auckland Hospital with the Auckland Domain and that big, round chimney-looking object obscuring my view. I would always look out and imagine myself being that person running in the domain, that person walking towards the museum, or that person walking to school. All I wanted was to live a life that was normal, but now I look back and thank God for the many blessings that I've had along the way. Maybe normal was not part of my script.