Cancer picked
the wrong bloke
In August 2024 my ordinary life stopped being ordinary. A pain in my back. A scan. A shadow. Stage 4 kidney cancer that had spread to my lungs. I went from thinking I had a kidney stone to being told I was incurable — all in the space of a few months.
What I didn't do was go beige. I'm on immunotherapy, the disease is currently stable, and I train. I cycle, swim, run. I eat for longevity — high polyphenols, no UPFs, low sugar. And I've been doing this for years — I've already lost six stone, completed an Ironman, and kept going.
That's why I'm becoming a coach. Because I know what it's like. Not from a textbook — from the inside.