Three years ago today, I was in Hong Kong. My then boyfriend and I were on a 24 hour layover after spending an epic 2 weeks in Bali. We had the best time enjoying the beach clubs of Seminyak, the monkey forest of Ubud and the island parties of Gili T. It was a great escape from the reality that my dad was ill.  5 months previously, in April 2017, my dad was diagnosed with renal cancer after an investigation following a persistent cough. In June, he had an operation to remove his right kidney and other infected areas; a move we believed would save him. I had just moved…