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, August 10, 2011

Full Moon Golf Fever

Although my handicap is stratospheric, I enjoy playing golf and I refuse to let melanoma stop me. If you read Al’s hilarious post (dated July 20,2011) on http://www.blackispink.blogspot.com/ about sunscreen safety on the driving range, you know it can be a challenge to play the game while avoiding excess UV ray exposure. But hey, there’s a full moon coming up this weekend. Anyone game for a night golf tournament? Which reminds me of a great old song, Van Morrison’s “Moondance”…



Well, it's a marvelous night for a moon tan
With the stars up above in the skies
A fantabulous night for us golf fans
Need not worry ‘bout bein’ sunscreen wise
And all the pleas of M.D.’s I’m heeding
’Cause I want no more tumors that glow
And I'm trying to follow their pleading
For the pale skin that keeps my risk low
And all the night's cover seems to call for no rush
Since all the soft moonlight will not make my skin blush

Can I just have one a' more moon tan with you, my clubs
Can I just have some more birdies from a-you, my clubs

Well, I wanna make pars for true tonight
I can play ‘til the morning has come
And I know that my swing is just right
And straight into the cup ball will run
And if it does my handicap’s falling
I’ll hit pure and no bogies will come
There and then all my dreams will come true, folks
There and then I will make golf my own
And every time I tee off, I’ll just tremble inside
’Cause I know how far I’ll send that ball for a ride

Can I just have one a' more moon tan with you, my clubs
Can I just have some more birdies from a-you, my clubs

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moon tan
With the stars up above in the skies
A fantabulous night for us golf fans
Need not worry ‘bout bein’ sunscreen wise
And all the pleas of M.D.’s I’m heeding
’Cause I want no more tumors that glow
And I'm trying to follow their pleading
For the pale skin that keeps my risk low
And all the night's cover seems to call for no rush
Since all the soft moonlight will not make my skin blush

One more moon tan for me in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can I just have one more moon tan with a-you
My clubs.

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