Cancer caught up with me in the fall of 1990, I went into treatment and by the winter of 1991 I was well enough to start a journal about the time with the illness.
My intentions were to write for my own benefit but an author seems born to write for others. In my reflections you will hardly find anything about medicine. Nor would I have the time or be able to map out my own, the public’s or even the specialists’ knowledge of this ailment’s thousands of variations.
This is but the telling of one person’s emotions and thoughts in the first stage of cancer. My joy is that the book would be to someone’s benefit.