David was 58 when he received his diagnosis.
He had a mortgage, a credit card, and a small business loan that stopped making sense the moment he got the news.
In the months that followed, he spent hours on the phone to banks. Not talking to his children. Not sitting in the garden. On hold. Being transferred. Explaining himself.
A palliative care nurse referred him to us. Within three weeks, we had opened formal negotiations with two lenders and the ATO. David did not make a single call himself.
He spent the rest of his time the way he wanted to.