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Blackwork shoulder by Manuel Winkler, Clockwork Tattoos.
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Posted on Friday, January 27th 2012
Reblogged from Pie. Source manuelwinkler.blogspot.com
Fat Tony Vinyl Figure by Ron English Satirizes Kellogg’s Tony the Tiger
wow.
Posted on Friday, January 27th 2012
Reblogged from Laughing Squid Links Source
YAY! Congrats & best of wishes!!!
Many of you have asked, so here’s what’s going on with me.
WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE
- 8/1979: Born. Grew up in CT, built a killer eraser collection, fell in love with computers.
- Left college to start a company. Fell hard. Fled to India for 3 months.
- Started 2nd company. Learned to be an adult. Fell in love with NYC.
- Moved to SF, discovered burritos & some of my fave people on Earth.
- 9/2011: Got diagnosed with Leukemia!
- Cried. Went through 3 cycles of chemo. Hurt. Thought hard about what I want out of life. Grew up a second time.
TODAY
… After over 100 drives organized by friends, family, and strangers, celebrity call-outs, a bazillion reblogs (7000+!), tweets, and Facebook posts, press, fundraising and international drives organized by tireless friends, and a couple painful false starts, I’ve got a 10/10 matched donor!
You all literally helped save my life. (And the lives of many others.)
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
Tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to Dana Farber in Boston for 4-5 weeks.
First I’ll get a second Hickman line to allow direct access to my heart (for meds and for nutrients if I’m not able to eat). Over the next week, the docs blast my body with a stiff chemo cocktail to try and eradicate all traces of cancer cells. In the process, the immune system I was born with, and my body’s ability to make blood, are destroyed.
Next Friday, I get my donor’s stem cells by IV. I start on immunosuppressants to prevent my body from rejecting them (I’ll be on them for 12-18 months). For these weeks I’ve no immune system, so I’m severely vulnerable to viruses and bacteria. My hospital room and hallway become my world.
Meanwhile, the stem cells make their way to my bone marrow and, with some luck, start producing platelets, red blood cells, and white blood cells. At this point, my blood type changes to the blood type of my donor. And my blood will now have my donor’s DNA, not my own.
This is science fiction stuff. I can hardly believe it’s even possible, and there’s lots of chances for things to go wrong. It’s frightening.
AFTER THE TRANSPLANT
Recovery to a new state of “normal” takes about a year, but there’s a few storm clouds hovering:
- My immune system is new, like a baby’s. I’m prone to getting sick.
- Just as with any organ transplant, there’s a chance of rejection. Except in this case, it’s my blood that’s the foreign body, and it touches every organ. They call it graft-vs-host-disease and it can cause health issues and organ complications for the rest of my life.
- Successful transplant or not, Leukemia can relapse. Stubborn mofo.
Overall, 75% of AML transplant patients survive year one, 50% make it through year five. My odds are a little better since I’m young.
THE GREAT NEWS
I’ve got a long road ahead. But I’ve got a donor & amazing family & friends. A few months ago I didn’t have many options. Today I have a plan.
I am alive. I start tomorrow. Wish me luck!
Thank you.
Posted on Wednesday, January 18th 2012
Reblogged from Amit Gupta likes you! Source superamit
Posted on Monday, January 16th 2012
Reblogged from Rainbow Faerie Source loveanddrevenge
In no particular order, all of these things have rocked & created foundation for my humanity. Or perhaps, each are very much ordered in terms of influence & I am just not aware enough to comprehend.
In fact, even as I organize my thoughts, every story, anecdote, or mere consideration revolves or begins, squarely with death. Or, to be less poetic, with my relationship with death. I am sure that at some point I thought of death as a consumer of energies, both physically & metaphorically, but for a long time now, death seems to serve more as a reflection. An image of what has been before & what is left can be served by that remnant glow. As if death does not remove something but change everything around, chemically… ethereally.
Posted on Saturday, January 14th 2012
My Life in Film: Shallow Grave
I’ve been having difficulty sleeping recently; a combination of excitement & impending gloom wedged in my subconscious…
Posted on Saturday, January 14th 2012
Reblogged from Laughing Alone In a Dark Room Aka My Life Source satisfactual
Intimate conversations between two chairs (Taken with Instagram at The Royal Cuckoo)
Posted on Friday, January 13th 2012
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