As I sat yesterday in a cancer clinic receiving free expensive chemo courtesy of Oz's superb universal health care, I couldn't help but think of those poor souls in Gaza hospitals who have been repeatedly bombed.

Opposite was an attractive Senegalese lady, beside me a bald woman with an anxious pal sitting with her, on the other side a lesbian sat with her supportive lover. In the corner an elderly gentleman in a crisp white shirt and jazzy bow tie.

All served tea and toasted cheese sandwiches by the manager of one of the world's top supermodels who volunteers his time twice a week.

Outside a summer storm whipped the lush tropical garden of towering palms and bamboo..in Gaza they have no water. The taps turned off.

I felt selfish and privileged and cannot really comprehend the horror of what life is for the Palestinians.

Today I start on a new expensive wonder pill ($5.40 to me) that means I won't have to go through the tiresome chemo with hours of sitting and dreaded needles.

It was developed in and was hot of the plane from..Israel.

I can only speak for my late friend who died from prostate cancer.

He might of pulled through if he went treatment but he didn't want go through long, tiring procedures. He'd rather fish, hunt and hike. He told the GP, to give the chemo treatment to an orphan.

He said to me "We are going to die one day and we all have cancer inside us, waiting to spread".

People go on Israel and Palestine but never think of the piss poor across Africa. Who are victims of corrupt government and Western billionaires.