Today is the Twenty-Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time. We have no Saints to honor today, but today is the fifteenth anniversary of my successful Colon Cancer Surgery in 2001.
I have always felt that it is over-excessive to call me a Colon Cancer Survivor, as I did not know that I had cancer until they removed it; they also removed most of my large intestine and rewired my small intestine to my rectum. After my surgery (I still think they should sell morphine in vending machines), I did a six-month course of “light” chemotherapy (I did not throw up, nor did I lose my hair, but it left me feeling nauseated and weak after each treatment) and my weight was down to about 130 pounds, which on my frame looked positively anorexic. Fifteen years later, I see my oncologist twice a year to double-check my blood work to make sure that the cancer has not returned, and I swat Richard with my hat every time he says that I “bravely battled cancer”. As I was only forty-three when I had my colon cancer, I urge and advise my Five or Six Loyal Readers (and my Army of Followers) to have a yearly colonoscopy. (I still have not figured out why the Ribbon for Colon / Colorectal Cancer is blue; in my humble opinion, it should be a brown ribbon.)
Last night our #20 ranked LSU Tigers won their home SEC College Football game with the Mississippi State Bulldogs by the score of 23 to 20. Our Tigers (2-1, 1-0) will next play an away SEC College Football game with the Auburn Tigers (0-1, 1-2) on September 24th.
I did not want to wake up today, so I did not do my Devotional Reading. I did bring in the LSU flag. Today was the last day of the two week pay period at the casino. When we clocked in, Richard was on the second Mississippi Stud table; when they closed his table, he became the relief dealer for Pai Gow and Mini Baccarat. I was on a Blackjack table until I was moved to Mini Baccarat. On my breaks I continued reading We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler via Overdrive on my tablet until I got to a good stopping point; I then continued reading Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fforde via Overdrive on my tablet.
When we got home from work I made my lunch salads for Monday and Tuesday, then ate a lunch salad while reading the Sunday papers. I also saw the start of the away NFL game between our New Orleans Saints (0-1, 0-0) and the New York Giants (1-0, 1-0). I will now finish this Daily Update, do some reading, and go to bed for the duration; I will record the score of the New Orleans Saints game in tomorrow’s Daily Update.
Tomorrow is the Optional Memorial of Saint Januarius, Bishop and Martyr (died about 304) and the Optional Memorial of Our Lady of La Salette. Tomorrow is also International Talk Like A Pirate Day (arrrrr!); I have found that I can get my Internet Facebook to do Pirate Speak, but not my Facebook App on my phone, so I won’t bother with Pirate Speak on Facebook tomorrow. Tomorrow is the first day of the new two week pay period at the casino; we will work our eight hours, and I will finish reading We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler via Overdrive on my tablet. After work I will go over to the Clinic for my appointment with the Doctor or Nurse Practitioner. And after lunch I will do my Book Review for this weblog and for my Goodreads and Facebook accounts for We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler.
Our Parting Quote on this Sunday afternoon comes to us from Joy Covey, American business executive. Born in 1963 in Boston, Massachusetts, her mother survived two years in a prison camp in the Dutch East Indies during World War II and watched her own mother starve to death; this imbued her mother with intense self-reliance, a quality she passed on to her daughter. Raised in San Mateo, California, Covey dropped out of high school at age fifteen, moved to Fresno, California, and started attending California State University in Fresno at age seventeen, graduating with a BS degree in Business / Accounting in 1983. She then took the exam to become a certified public accountant, and aced the exam without studying. She then attended Harvard Law School and earned a joint business and law degree, which helped position her to become the chief financial officer at Digidesign, a digital audio technology company in Daly City, California. In 1996 she became the first Chief Financial Officer for Amazon. She joined the company at the very start of its frenetic expansion from books and into new product categories such as music, movies, electronics, and toys. She was the architect of Amazon’s initial public offering in 1997, a much more staid affair than the overheated spectacles of today, and somehow managed to bottle up founder Jeff Bezos’s public exuberance for the seven weeks of Amazon’s SEC-mandated quiet period. She also co-wrote with Bezos Amazon’s first letter to shareholders in 1998. The company reprints it each year with its annual report, and it has arguably become one of the most influential statements of corporate values in all of business. Covey played roles in recruitment, strategy, and ultimately in keeping Amazon functioning during the Wild West years of the Web. At one point she was so focused on her job that she left her car running in the company garage all day. That evening, when she could not find her car keys, Covey concluded she had lost them and went home without her car. A security guard called her a few hours later and told her that she might want to come back to the office to retrieve her still-idling vehicle. In the fall of 1998, for example, when she saw Amazon had more orders coming in than going out, she rang the bell for an all-hands-on-deck emergency effort that the company called Save Santa. Employees from corporate headquarters in Seattle fanned out to distribution centers and customer-service centers to fulfill the company’s promises. In 1999 she was #28 on Fortune magazine’s list of “Most Powerful Women in Business”. Covey retired in 2000 to spend more time with her family and worked as treasurer for the Natural Resources Defense Council, remaining a fierce advocate for Amazon. She died when she was cycling on a California road and was hit by a delivery van (died 2013): “I didn’t finish high school–left home when I was 15. I moved away to Fresno and worked as a grocery clerk. I went to college part-time at Cal. State Fresno, and then ended up finishing in two and a half years because I wanted to get on with things. But having fallen off the track, in a way I think I acquired a sense of independence in how I make decisions. It’s really helped me not worry so much whether other people approve of my choices.”