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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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Highway Hypnosis

My March Madness checkup season has extended into April, due to a rescheduled (not by me) appointment. So, I’ll be hitting the highway tomorrow to go see my favorite melanoma specialist and needed some new road music to pass the time. And what could be a better song for rollin’ down the highway than the Allman Brothers’ “Ramblin’ Man”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1x28jaeyX2s


Lord, I have borne a gamblin' tan
Tryin' to keep on livin' and doin' the best I can
And when comes to peelin' I hope you'll understand
That I have scorned the tannin' plan

Well my doctor was a fellow up in Denver
And he wound up being stuck with my case
And when he heard me askin’ dumb things ‘bout my fate
Big old frown upon his face

Lord, I have borne a gamblin' tan
Tryin' to keep on livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it comes to peelin' I hope you'll understand
That I have scorned the tannin' plan

Aw-right!

I'm on my way to do those screens this mornin'
Headin’ for my checkup look and see
They're always havin' a big time frown at my bio
Lord, them cancer nurses hate the sight of me

Lord, I have borne a gamblin' tan
Tryin' to keep on livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it comes to screenin' I hope you'll understand
That I'm no more a tannin' man

Lord, I was born a tannin' man
Lord, I was born a tannin' man
Lord, I was born a tannin' man
Lord, I was born a tannin' man

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