Overture.

It took me forever and a day to get around to this. This is not easy, an odd thing for a writer. Yes, writing about my collision with cancer is awfully tough.

Odd, that. I was a jazz critic twenty years ago. A prominent deejay on the local jazz station, which, being the nation's fourth largest City, was a calling card. A man of the media I was. An exhibitionist with a pen and mike. So, the silence is both surprising, and deafening.

A good friend said to just write (which is what I do, anyway), and post the blogs later. So, I did. I do. I'll put those thoughts up, in time. Meanwhile I'll be sharing my thoughts and some reactions to living and dealing as a 'Survivor'. Or whatever the hell it is when you're in remission.

So--there. And there, and there.