Do we really want to “Fuck Cancer”? What I realised when my Dad started dying

I was walking along the main street of Bicheno, a small seaside town in Tasmania, breathing in the crisp salty air that blew off the ocean when I saw it. I was weeks into a month-long holiday and was more relaxed than I’d felt in many years, despite not being able to see my father …
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