Showing posts with label pink ribbon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pink ribbon. Show all posts
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Self employed, facing cancer, chemo and client deadlines. How did she do it?

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When starting out as a sole trader, the last thing on your mind is how to cope if you got sick. I don't mean just the flu that might knock you about for a couple of days, and put you behind on deadlines. What if an injury or illness was going to lay you up for at least 6 months? Would you just shut down the business you've been building up, and start again once recovered? What if you don't know how long the illness will last, or how much work you'll be capable of doing from one week to the next?

Diagnosed with Breast Cancer in 2010, I had no idea  how much work I'd be able to do during treatment, if any. And my fledgling business was in no financial state to hire someone to help out. I certainly didn't relish the idea of starting again in 6 months or a year, as I'd built up a nice little niche of clients. So, if I didn't want to close down the business, how could I prepare for the unknown?

My first solution was to find a backup graphic designer, who I trusted to treat my clients with respect, and provide quality work. We came to the arrangement that if unable to work, I would pass the job to her with all the relevant details. She would then ring the client, advising she was helping out while I was unwell, and then invoice me for the hours at the same rate I was invoicing my client. Neither of us made a great profit out of it, but my clients were kept happy and the work continued to be done.

My next problem was "how much to you let your clients know?"

As a sole trader in a repeat business industry, and especially when working from home, there can be a very fine line between client and acquaintance. A simple "how are you" can often result in half an hour of chatter, before discussing the job at hand. So I decided on a simple adjustment to my email signature, along with a small post on my website. It simply stated; "Andy would like to thank her clients for their continued support during her illness. Should you be unable to contact her, please call ... " and I attached a little pink ribbon next to the wording. It was simple, to the point, and if any of my clients felt the need to share on a more personal level, the choice was then theirs to make.

The final and most difficult decision I had to make, was when I would visit a client at their office, in person, without hair. When in that situation, there was only one right choice to make. Be bold and honest when making the appointment. "So I'll see you tomorrow at 3pm. Oh, and by the way, don't freak out that I have no hair. I'm busy kicking cancer, but can still work on your design at the same time."

After a full year of being a casual employee of my own business, I gave cancer its marching orders and threw a backyard BBQ, to thank all my clients for having faith in me. Working as much as I was able to, enabled me to stay focused, active and involved.

And I only had to arrange for a courier to collect a USB of artwork at the hospital once. But that's a story for another day.
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Anonymous

Pink-tober was my first step into public speaking

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October is often called Pink-tober simply because some marketing people thought it would be a great idea to turn one month a year pink in recognition of Breast Cancer. So while everyone is thinking Pink, and working out interesting ways to raise money for Breast Cancer research many of us "survivors" get called into work places to have pink cup cakes and give a bit of a chat about being breast aware.

In my career, I've attended loads of presentations, and more than just a handful of these fundraising awareness campaigns. I have never been inspired to rush home and check for lumps, quickly book a mammogram or even throw wads of hard earned cash at the cause.  And as a pretty cynical marketing person, I was a little "over" all the pink this and pink that and all the hard luck stories that came with it.

So as my own toughest critic, when I was invited to be the speaker at a Pink morning tea in the financial district, I was a little bit ... terrified. Oh no ... I'm going to be one of them.

My first question was, how am I going to make it interesting enough not just to get my message through but to be at least a little entertaining? With my story, there were no special fundraisers, kids doing heroic things or flying off to exotic countries for trial treatment. My story is pretty simple, I got cancer, went through chemo and radiation, had surgery, then went back to work.

My next concern was, am I ready to talk about my journey without getting all emotional. At this point I'd had 3 years clear of cancer, and sure I've chatted to people about what I've been through, but not as an actual presentation.

It was time to think about what I would be interested in hearing? What would make me sit up and listen? What would grab my attention?

And so evolved my first speech, filled with humor, tears, silliness and pure honesty. I kept it tight but raw and chose to keep my natural way of speaking. Just like I was in a conversation with any one person in the audience. With the mirror setup in my office, I practiced and practiced and practiced until I really couldn't stand the sound of my own voice anymore.

Then it was the day I'd been dreading and looking forward to all mixed up in one big emotion. Sweating so much that I was glad I had waterproof makeup, and a blouse that wouldn't show how nervous I was.

Now this is the point when I should probably explain that as a hobby I like to drag race. And as a part of being the driver of a pretty fast car, I needed to learn how to be calm in a very not calm situation. So when I lost control of my race car at 250km/hr and started heading directly for the concrete wall, I calmly went through the whole process of shutting off fuel and bracing myself for impact like I'd been taught.

Unfortunately, that crash was nothing compared to standing up in front of 50 office workers during their tea break and telling them how I felt when I was told I had breast cancer. I was expecting everyone to just sit, listen, politely applaud and head back to their office. What I didn't expect was to hear my voice catch half way through my story as I saw my hubby's face in my mind. I paused and took a long wavering breath willing the tears to stay back, then looked up from my notes to actually see the audience properly for the first time.

They were crying. Tissue boxes were being passed up and down the rows of quietly sniffling men and women. But in their eyes I could see them willing me to find the strength and courage to continue.

So I grabbed up one of the tissues, removed my glasses and dabbed my eyes. I apologised and explained it was my first time sharing, and it all suddenly felt so real again. I put my glasses back on, took a deep breath and continued. They deserved to know the ending. They'd earned it.


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Thankfully I don't break down in tears at all my speeches which is probably a good idea, since not all my talks are about breast cancer. If you'd like to invite me to your next morning tea, then drop by my page for further details. [ andyk.com.au ]

But if you'd like to know more about my marketing ideas then my business page is probably more suited. [ www.askewvision.com.au ]




Andy Kahle
Speaker - https://www.facebook.com/andykahle
Digital Marketing - https://www.facebook.com/PokenOzEvent 
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