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Rob Ford - Toronto Mayor

The First Rule Of Crisis Management- Use It Every Day To Succeed!

18 months ago a tumor was found on my vocal chords. I walked from the specialist’s surgery straight to my office and for the next four hours devoted myself to the first rule of crisis management. It’s a rule that helped me then, and helps me every day- in business and in life. Do you do it?

Imagine you were advising the Mayor of Toronto. An allegation of substance abuse is made. All hell breaks loose. What do you do next?

Remember what actually happened next? First, the video of him taking crack cocaine appeared- with an online auction grabbing headlines as to who would buy the tape. Evidence of public drunkenness emerged. Then prostitutes. Drink driving. More illegal drugs. I mean- oi fricken vey!

So if you were advising this lad, again, the first rule of crisis management is an absolute MUST. Here is it.

Rob Ford - Toronto Mayor

How To Change Your Life’s Path – For The Better

My headlines are cheesy, and often ‘false advertising’- promising huge insight and then the post disappoints with bus ticket clichéd platitudes. Or so I am told. They do come from the heart though. And this story literally makes my heart pump. It is happening now and is seriously changing my life. It can do yours too. Here’s how.

I wrote recently of a tumor being removed from my vocal chords. I feared the worst until I got the ‘all clear’ a few days later. The following few weeks were extremely difficult. I was in shock. Not relieved, but deeply depressed. Preparing for my demise kind of took the joy out of knowing I was to live on.

I needed to make a start in getting my act together: to driving change in my health, energy, overall path. I needed to lose weight, eat better, stop my beloved cigars, reduce the alcohol. No wonder I was depressed. How to make a start? Then I remembered one of my platitudes from a few months prior. I re-read the Possums post. It inspired me. I grabbed hold of its message. It works. And this is what it said.

What Happened This Week When They Found A Tumor In My Throat

“Yip- it looks like a cancer,” the specialist sighed, pointing to the video picture of the tumor growing out of my vocal chords.

“Treatable?” I asked, petrified. “Oh yes,” he replied. “But not necessarily curable.” This was last Monday. So began the worst week of my life. Here’s what happened next.

My voice had been getting increasingly hoarse for months. “Acid reflux caused by increasing size of your gut,” the GP had counseled. Then I struggled swallowing. And could only speak in a whisper. So to the specialist I went last Monday. He had the bedside manner of a cobra, found a tumor, speculated cancer, gave zero reassurance.

“I’ll remove it surgically if I can on Wednesday. Then pathology. If cancer, come to the hospital next Tuesday and we’ll advice treatment. If it’s early stage cancer, then likely more surgery and radiation. If spread, then chemotherapy too and a 50/50 survival chance. If spread a lot, then not much we can do.” And that was it. I walked out into the sunlight devastated. So began the five worst days of my life… days underpinned by one terrible thing: