"I'd just gotten the results to the antibodies blood test the day before Justin and Sash's accident. One test of a slew of exams the doctor was doing, so I hadn't had a formal diagnosis but that was floated as a likely possibility. They wanted to rule other things out first. I wouldn't have purposefully not told you as punishment or anything like that. You know that's not me. The thing about work is that I've been in more a supervisory role this year anyway, so not nearly as hands-on unless there was a major all hands on deck emergency situation. Even then, it was more conversations on a walkie-talkie than grunt work. Like, don't get me wrong, my symptoms are really mild and manageable but the wake up call has been knowing it could get worse at some point. I had to seriously think about longevity with my job and the more I started to interrogate that with myself, the more I started to realise I wanted to get back into the clinical side of sports therapy. And that there was nothing really tying me to Sydney if I got out of lifesaving." Kade smirked, drawing his knees up so he could resting his elbows on them. "The irony that we're sitting on the bathroom floor because you're puking and you're asking me if I'm okay. I am, babe. Obviously, I've got medical stuff going on but what's happening with your family has kept it all in perspective. I'll have some rough patches with flare ups but it's helped me get my head around what I really want out of life. Maybe you should've been there but no sense in thinking about what we can't change. Just look forward, not back."