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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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Here Come Our Cures

I’m so very fortunate to be a patient at one of the melanoma treatment centers participating in the clinical trials of promising new drugs like Vemurafenib and Yervoy (a/k/a Huey and Dewey herein). Last fall, my favorite oncologist told me how excited he is to have these drugs in his arsenal-- for the first time in his career he feels like he has something to offer his Stage IV patients. He also told me he thinks there’s a good chance that I’ll never need either Huey or Dewey. With gratitude and hope for a future filled with more melanoma treatment advances, here’s a new version of Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers’ “Here Comes My Girl”…



You know, sometimes, I don't know why,
But this cancer just seems so hopeless.
I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember some cancers
Are just a little bit more in focus.

But when I hear great news around me,
I can, somehow, rise above it.
Yeah man, when I see new wonder drugs fighting right by my side,
You know, I can tell melanoma, "Shove it,"

Hey, here come our cures, here come our cures,
Yeah, they look so right, they’re all we need to fight.

Every now and then, I get down to the end of a day,
I’ll have to stop, ask myself, "What've I done?"
It just seems so useless to want to blog so much,
And nothin' ever really seem to come from it.

And then docs look us in the eye, say, "We gonna fight together,"
And man, you know we can't begin to doubt it.
No, because this feels so good and so free and so right,
We know we ain't never goin' change our minds about it.

Hey, here come our cures, here come our cures,
Yeah, they look so right, they’re all we need to fight.

Yeah, everytime it seems like there ain't nothin' left no more,
I find myself havin' to reach out and grab hold of hopin'.
Yeah, I just catch myself wanderin', waitin', worryin'
About some silly little aches that won't amount to nothin'.

And then docs look us in the eye, say, "We gonna fight together,"
And man, you know we can't begin to doubt it.
No, because this feels so good and so free and so right,
We know we ain't never goin' change our minds about it.

Hey, here come our cures, here come our cures,
Yeah, they look so right, they’re all we need to fight.


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