Tracing the small red lump on my right bicep with my fingertips, I frowned.
It’s probably just an insect bite, I thought, brushing it off.
It was December 2023, and I was on holiday with my wife, Kelly, then 42, and sons, Cameron, 11, and Chase, nine, at Cotton Tree Caravan Park, Qld, where I’d been going every year since I was a boy.
We’d been fishing, kayaking, cooking barbecues and enjoying the weather.
Now, with New Year’s Eve just a few days away, I was just glad I’d avoided the strep throat that some people at the caravan park had.
An avid marathon runner and exercise lover, I’d been up early every day pounding the pavement.
But when I woke the next morning feeling really run down, I decided…
