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Cleveland shale, 10’-15’, at river; soft gray Bedford somewhat contorted, its base interrupted by physical disturbance after deposition. View southward on east wall of Black River, 2 miles, N.N.E. of Elyria.

Glass lantern slide 1008.Bc.1, Jesse Earl Hyde. 1915-1936.

Amit found a 10/10 matched donor!!

superamit:

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.

Wikipedia protests PIPA and SOPA. 19 Jan 2012.

Google protests PIPA and SOPA. 19 Jan 2012.

Ronan, 14, Montreal:

Last spring I decided: no more being a guy; I want to be a girl. I’ve felt it coming for maybe two years. Then last spring I tried it, and I thought I’d just go for it. I dress like a girl too. I like it so far. I go to a school called FACE, and it’s very open, so no one was surprised. I’m not the only person who does this.

I wake up at about 5:40 every morning. Usually I’ll stay in bed five minutes, then I’ll take a shower, blow- dry my hair and brush it  out. Then I’ll get dressed and do my makeup. I do my own makeup. My mom doesn’t do makeup with me. She doesn’t like makeup. The earrings I got as a gift. I think my grandmother gave them to me.

Generally when I’m putting on makeup, when I’m looking into mirrors, I’m thinking about my life and my plans and what homework I’m going to do and what music I’m going to write that day. This picture was at my school, and I don’t ususally put on makeup at school. But sometimes it gets hot, so at school I replenish.

In The Boys’ Room. via the New York Times.

Vincent van Gogh:

I have tried to express the idea that the café is a place where one can ruin oneself, go mad or commit a crime. So I have tried to express, as it were, the powers of darkness in a low public house, by soft Louis XV green and malachite, contrasting with yellow-green and harsh blue-greens, and all this in an atmosphere like a devil’s furnace, of pale sulphur. And all with an appearance of Japanese gaiety, and the good nature of Tartarin.

Lapham’s Quarterly:

On the shortest day of the year in 1888, Vincent Van Gogh was having a touch of the seasonal affective disorder while painting The Night Café in Arles. Colin Dickey writes about the winter solistice and its patron Saint Lucy in our latest Roundable post. 

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All Nick asked for yesterday for his birthday was a reblog. Looking forward to Nick-celebrating parties this weekend! Internet Archive is awesome.

Reblog to donate $5 to Archive.org — I (oats) will donate $5 for each reblog of this picture and the complete message below up to $1,500 to the Internet Archive. (sponsored by my side project Airborne LCDs)

Relevant Links: must include with your reblog!

• About the Internet Archive
• First Tumblr Home Page saved on the Internet Archive from 5 Jan 2007
• sponsor FLIR Star SAFIRE and L-3 WESCAM and Avalex
• More Information (why I’m doing this, reblog status, etc)
• Wikipedia Page on Internet Archive

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