This November, I'm taking to the chilly waters in nothing but a dickie bow to raise vital funds for men's cancer care in the Mater Hospital. Two years ago I discovered a lump on my left testicle. The day before my 29th birthday, I found out I needed surgery. By the following June, the cancer had spread to my lungs and I had to put my life on pause while I spent the next 9 weeks receiving chemotherapy in St Vincents. I felt nauseous. All my hair fell out. I constantly needed to pee. Cancer fucking sucked. Cancer continues to suck for those who go through it, and as men we don’t talk about our health enough. I’m hoping to raise some money to help other men face what I’ve had the fortune to overcome. Every little helps, and there is no donation too small.