Introduction

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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Monday, March 14, 2011

Wastin' Away in Melanomaville


I’ll soon be heading off for a beach vacation. Since I’ll be practicing safe sun and hiding under a palapa hut, I thought I could use some beach music to brighten things up. With deepest apologies to Jimmy Buffett, here it goes…



Sippin’ on rum shakes
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Sniffin’ the sea air
On my big lounge chair
Smell those chumps they're beginnin' to broil

Wastin' away again in Melanomaville
Searching for my lost tube of sunblock
Some people claim that there's a suntan to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault

I do know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new ‘tattoo’
But it's a real beauty
A surgical cutie
How it got here I do have a clue

Wastin' away again in Melanomaville
Searchin' for my lost tube of sunblock
Some people claim that there's a suntan to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my genes

I forgot my flip-flops
Stepped on a hot rock
Burned my heel have to cruise on back home
But there's ‘screen in the blender
And soon it will render
That safety precaution that helps me hang on

Wastin' away again in Melanomaville
Searching for my lost tube of sunblock
Some people claim that there's a suntan to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a suntan to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault

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