The "Hotel Melanoma" moniker is a metaphor for living with my particular brand of cancer. Except for those lucky few of us deemed "cured", all we cancer survivors are guests of one of the many, many branded hotels in the "Hotel Carcinoma" chain. We can check out any time we like, but we can never leave. Meanwhile, let's be livin' it up; and please support cancer education, prevention, and treatment research.

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away?

During the course of a “no worries” checkup with the melanoma doc last month, we had a brief discussion about a couple of promising new treatment drugs for Stage IV patients being tested at his clinic and others. (For you melanoma nerds, they are Ipilimumab and PLX4032.) He told me there’s a good chance that I’ll never need to try either of them. Nevertheless, it sounds like we’ll still be seeing one another at least a couple of times a year for the duration. All in all that’s wonderful news, but yet another reminder that one can’t ever leave the Hotel Melanoma. Nevertheless, like a dogged TSA Agent groping for underwear bombs where none are likely to be found, I’ll keep on searching for the exit door.

On a more thankful note, on Thanksgiving Day 2003 I was a few days out of incarceration for the final round of biochemotherapy and passed out on my hosts’ couch after nibbling a little bit of a fine dinner. That’s not going to happen this year.

Happy Thanksgiving!

1 comment:

  1. A great Thanksgiving post Rich! I'm thankful that this year you will totally enjoy your dinner and if you do pass out it is from overload of turkey, stuffing and fixings!