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I can vividly remember the moment my doctor told me that a scan had found cancer in my liver. Just two weeks earlier a ‘precautionary’ colonoscopy had resulted in a surprise bowel cancer diagnosis, but my doctors had been confident we’d caught it early. The fact cancer had now been found in my liver was a game changer. This meant it was much more advanced than first thought. It meant I was ‘stage four’. The four ‘stages’ of cancer are defined by the extent to which it has spread. …


I’ve written before about how, as part of my dual tracking approach to a stage 4 cancer diagnosis, I’ve been recording a series of videos for my kids. I’ve also been writing something I’ve called ‘A long letter from Dad’. Like the videos, the writing is only meant for them, but I just finished a section that I would like to share to get some feedback on.

I’m not sure if it’s because of my cancer diagnosis or just because I’m getting more perspective with age, but it’s dawned on me — is some ways gradually, in others suddenly — that the life we live is largely imagined. …


This week marks the two year anniversary of my cancer diagnosis — at the time aged 35 with three beautiful kids under the age of five.

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Much of the last two years has been about figuring out how to live with a strange duality. Statistically, I’m led to believe that I will most likely die before my eldest child turns 10. Of course I might not and I haven’t yet. …


It’s been around four months since I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer at the age of 35. You can read about my initial freak out here. Since then I’ve done four cycles of chemotherapy, five weeks of radiation therapy and I was hospitalized as a result of two pulmonary embolisms (apparently a ‘bonus’ side-effect of cancer). I also turned 36 and joined the (unsuccessful) fight to legalize assisted dying in New South Wales, Australia. It’s been an interesting few months.

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Chemo fun

Between all the treatment there has been a lot of time for reading and reflection. Take it from me that nothing makes you ponder life like a doctor telling you that you have, at best, a 50% chance of being alive in 5 years (and all the medical literature suggests your odds are more like 15%). …


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It’s been a while since I put a piece of writing in the public domain, but suddenly I have a lot to get off my chest, well my colon actually.

Just three weeks ago life was good. Correction. It was awesome. The newest addition to our family had arrived on Christmas Eve, joining his two sisters aged 5 and 3. A month later we were on a plane home to Sydney, having spent four great years working for Google in California. My beautiful wife had been working at a startup on NASA’s Moffett campus and was worried about finding something equally interesting in Australia, but she managed to land a very similar gig with an innovative logistics start-up in Sydney. We’d come back primarily to be closer to family, but also to pursue a dream of setting up a family farm in partnership with my parents — intended as a great place to bring up our three kids but also as a new sideline income stream. We’d spent every weekend scouring Sydney for areas that met our criteria (good schools, commutable, cost of land etc) and we were settling on Kurrajong in Sydney’s west. …

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Father of three. Passionate about purpose 1st business. Follow at scottgriddle.com

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