How shall I begin?

 If you've found your way here, you're probably friend or family. I'm going to be sharing about my prostate cancer here. I will sometimes be reflective. I will certainly sometimes be indelicate. I will certainly over-share. I will sound pompous (if you know me at all you will not be surprised). 

This may end up seeming a bad idea, and go away. We'll see. But I wanted to be able to share what's going on with me without mucking up all my other social media and the algorithms. Here's to a new year that gets better as it goes along.

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