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Inked and Abroad

Inked and Abroad

Sydney (NSW), 2042, Australia

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About When life gives you Leukaemia, beat it and go traveling.

Started with Cancer now we're here.

Finding happiness and meaning around the world.
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Mission In a life after Leukaemia, I struggled to find happiness and meaning. I felt like a ghost. My soul had been broken. For lack of a better expression, I was dying to live.

But those broken pieces of my soul? Well it turned out they weren’t lost forever. Because I started to recognise them. They were scattered all over the world.

And I vowed that if they wouldn’t come to me, then I’d go and find them myself. If the bell rings and I have to resume my fight again someday I made a promise to myself, I will have a life story worth watching.

And so Inked and Abroad was born
Description My name is Alexander and I'm a Survivor.

I was diagnosed with Leukaemia at the age of 20.

After 244 days in hospital I was told I was in remission and sent home. I never lost hope, but somewhere along the way I had lost meaning. In the maelstrom of my fight I’d lost sight of my purpose here on Earth, or maybe I never had one. It felt like my soul had been broken up and scattered beyond my reach. I’d lost my happiness. It was only when I took my first tentative steps back into the world during a brief trip to New Zealand that I realised the joy that had escaped me for so long was out there, every time I travelled, in the world. And if It wasn’t going to come to me, I would go and find it myself.

Because time is something that cannot be bought. Cannot be wagered. And is not in endless supply. Time is simply how you live your life.

This collection of stories is how I live my life.

This is my journey at finding happiness after the chaos.

At finding meaning in the madness.

Thank you for being a part of it.
Founded December 17th, 2008 - In the back seat of my Dad's aged, white van as it pulled into the parking lot of the Hospital that would become my home for the next 244 days.