Zach, my best friend in the whole world, kicked cancers motherfucking ass and I couldn’t be more happy for him. This weekend will be spent celebrating how awesome it is to be alive. It may include a bottle of fancy wine (although perhaps we should save it for a time when his taste buds decide to start functioning again).
Z, I can’t tell you how proud I am of you. This year has been one of the best and worst all rolled into one. Strangely, I couldn’t have made it through this experience without your support and I hope I brought a little laughter to your life along the way.
Screw you, cancer! Hawaii - here we come…
Today is one of the most important days of my life…it’s the day I beat cancer.
It was a little less than a year ago that I discovered a lump near my collar bone that would eventually become Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I brushed it off as my body reacting to an infection, but after 8 weeks of waiting, it didn’t go away…it was time to see a doctor. What followed were a battery of tests and scans, two surgeries, 12 chemotherapy sessions spread over 24 weeks, and 17 radiation treatments.
This morning I had my final radiation treatment. I am officially done with my course of therapy. The only thing I have left are follow-up appointments with my doctors and a few scans to make sure everything’s okay.
When I finished this morning the technicians gave me my radiation mask, a diploma, and let me ring this bell that signifies the end of treatment. Then everyone applauded me. I was so overcome that I cried the whole way home.
Just thinking about everything I’ve gone through is making me tear up right now. I’ve never been through anything so difficult and I never want to do it again. But I did it, and it’s over, and I am stronger. Thank you to everyone that’s helped me through this journey. I couldn’t have done it without you.
So now I can finally say that I’m no longer a cancer patient…I’m a cancer survivor.
That’s right, Zappos offers one-week old employees a $1,000 “Quit Now” bonus if they, well, quit. Now. Per this article about 10% of employees take them up on what the company calls “The Offer.”
Bill Taylor, co-founder of Fast Company says “Zappos thinks that’s money very well spent, because they’re really trying to build the organization with the creme of the crop…if you’re willing to take the company up on the offer, you obviously don’t have the sense of commitment they are looking for.”
He also told this amazing story about Zappos’ customer service. The I Heart Zappos story (darn it - bandwith exceeded, can’t show you the blog-post). A woman bought 7 pairs of shoes from Zappos for her terminally ill mother. Only 2 of them fit, but she was unable to return them (take them to the UPS store) before the 15 day return deadline because her mother had to be hospitalized. She received a check-up email from Zappos to remind her the 15 days were up. She emailed and explained the situation (she was away, her mother was hospitalized, she would try to get to a UPS store soon). Zappos replied don’t worry, we’ll send the UPS truck to you. So the UPS truck came & she returned the shoes. Then the day after that, UPS showed up to her house with flowers and a note from Zappos saying how sorry they were to hear about her mother, and they at Zappos were thinking about her. She promptly blogged about the experience, and as a result, Zappos received some great unintentional PR.
Very interesting business practices. If only more companies realized the importance of customer service and empowered employees to use their best judgment in situations like these.
and vice versa.” —The Telectroscope – 22 May-15 June 2008. London and New York. (via eburn) (via alexamayiborrowyourpencil)
Kurt Vonnegut, in one of the many quotable paragraphs from his April 27, 2007 sppech at Clowes Hall, Indianapolis, IN. Vonnegut’s son, Mark, delivered the speech (as written and prepared by his father), sixteen days after his death. It is the last writing Vonnegut produced in an illustrious, amazing life. One can find this speech along with eleven other previously unpublished works on war and peace, as part of a new book titled Armageddon in Retrospect.
I’ve read three of them thus far, and they were all worth the read.(via trappedintime)
“Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them, for this is the law and the prophets.” - Matthew 7:12
“What is harmful to you, do not to your fellow men. That is the entire Law; all the rest is commentary.” - Talmud, Shabbat, 312
“This is the turn of duty; do naught unto others which could cause you pain if done to you.” - Mahabharata, 5, 1517
“Surely it is the maxim of loving-kindness: Do not unto other that you would not have them do unto you.” - Analects, 15, 23
“Regard your neighbor’s gain as your own gain and your neighbor’s loss as your own loss.” - T’sai Shang Kan Ying P’ien
“Hurt not others in ways you yourself would find hurtful.” - Udana-Varga, 5, 18
“That nature alone is good which refrains from doing unto another whatsoever is not good for itself.” - Didistan-i-dinik, 94, 5
“No one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother that which he desires for himself.” - Sunnah
“Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.” - George Bernard Shaw
Had this conversation the other night. All the rest is just commentary. But how do we get passed doing unto others as you would have done unto you, when what you would have done unto you is different than what another would have done unto them?
Small communities of those who would have the same thing done unto themselves? It’s not a new idea, but one we are getting as far away from as possible.
You’d still need a overriding police force, to enforce the rule above all.
Secular view most addresses this.
I could go on. And will. Later.
Well, I’ve found myself stuck in yet another sad cycle. It doesn’t feel connected to anything in particular - not the wedding, bridal showers, or the 2 year anniversary of the cancer diagnosis. It just feels dull, which is frustrating, and my instinct is to reach out for my mom, which is impossible. So there’s this void of “I want to do something right now, what is it? Hm. I think it’s that I want talk to my mom. Too bad I can’t.”
I’m scared I’m going to forget my mom. I thought that only happened to little kids?
It is starting to get tedious (and exasperating and lonely) going through this without a support system of others who are experiencing the same/similar things. I’d really give anything for a friend whose mom died of pancreatic cancer when she was 27 so we could girl talk about the shittiness of chemo and the empty feeling you get when everyone else gets to go home to surprise their moms on Mother’s Day, while you get misty eyed watching families out to brunch. I know this is a massive pity party, but it’s just that kind of night. Anyone out there with a recent dead mom want to be my friend?
I’ll probably be embarassed by this post later, but what the hell. Someone’s at least gotta relate a little, right?
Kate, email me (I can’t find your email on your tumblr)… we should chat.