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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Sunday, October 2, 2011

Trying To Reason With Pink Cancer Season


October is a bittersweet month. A time for seeing docs and hoping my luck hasn’t ran out, while celebrating that I’ve come this far. A time for enjoying some last rounds of geezer golf and getting the skis tuned before the snow flies. And a time when the pink cancer world commands center stage, to a degree that will sometimes make me cringe when even NFL players are wearing pink. (By the way, Denver Broncos orange doesn’t look good with much of anything, much less hot pink.) But therein also lies an opportunity for we lonely guests at this less popular brand in the Hotel Carcinoma chain: to remind whomever will listen that it isn’t the only cancer that’s a beastly threat to the women we love. So let’s all go for it.

So as I start to grapple with this month of endings and beginnings, here’s a new version of Jimmy Buffett’s “Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oh9qWX0iaxs&feature=related

Leaves turn on the aspen
Checkups come in two’s
I’m nearly in my eighth year
And God it’s run by too soon
Survived and kept my focus
I hoped I wouldn't have to run far
I knew I could use a single malt scotch
So I hustled downstairs to my bar

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I have run in this race for so long
Yes I’m quite insane, I think I hurt my brain
But they cleaned me out just so I can go on

There's somethin' about this Sunday
It's a most peculiar day
Surfin' through the blogosphere that's known to Black C’s preys
Feelin' mired, then I got inspired
I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I rested my bones
Sat at my desk and then I made up this song

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I have run in this race for so long
Yes I’m quite insane, I think I hurt my brain
Because they cleaned me out just so I can go on

Well this boy finds bloggin' easy now
Fifty things to write about
It’s pink month in October
But I'm callin' Black Cancer out
It's time to build awareness
It's time to show our style
Though this month we’ll be in gay pink seas
That's a mighty long time to hide

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I have run in this race for so long
Yes I’m quite insane, I think I hurt my brain
But they cleaned me out just so I can go on

Yes they cleaned me out just I can go on

2 comments:

  1. I cringe when I see the football players in their pink gear too.....

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