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Golf Australia Express : GA Express 299
kill me. I’m 17! And he was right. Body smashed it out the park. And he was in remission, no trace of the bastard, fourteen years. Then it came back. He was 31. Touring pro. Bub on the way. And he smashed it again. And played golf again. And it was fairly freakin’ Herculean. And he was just gonna do his best, and play golf as well as he could, and spend his time with his people the rest of his days. And then it came back again. And he was bloody fighting it again. All the drugs and chemo, and radiology, and all that shit, hospitals, tests, drips. He dropped 30 kilos. He joked he was 32-inch waist, first time since he was 13. I asked him how he did it. Was it like one foot in front of the other? Just keep at it, keep going... “Mate, that’s what it is,” he said. “It’s one of those things that, when you go through something like this, you just got to draw on everything you can just to get through it. And obviously me having it for the third time now, you can draw on a little bit of experience from the previous two times. “But it still doesn’t make it any easier, having to go into this treatment knowing that this could potentially be your last chance.” I ventured a stupid question because you sort JARROD LYLE Jarrod with daughter Lusi during the 2013 Aussie Masters.
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