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.



Tutu Brothers

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Pump!

There’s no point whatsoever to this post, just my version of Van Halen’s “Jump”…



I get up, and nurses put me down.
They like to pump. And meds go round and round
And I know, just how it feels.
You've got to roll with the punches to make those cells reel.
Oh can't you see me laying here,
They’ve got me tethered to this pumping machine
I ain't the worst that they've seen.
Oh can't they see I've turned green?

Might as well pump. Pump!
Might as well pump.
Go ahead, pump. Pump!
Go ahead, pump.

Hey you! Who said that?
Doctor how’ve I been?
You say you don't know, you won't know
until my scan’s in.
Well can't you see me laying here,
You’ve got me tethered to this pumping machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen.
Oh can't you see I've turned green?

Might as well pump. Pump!
Go ahead, pump.
Might as well pump. Pump!
Go ahead, pump. Pump!

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