The Question

I don’t know about you, but one of the hardest things I’ve had to get used to at this Hotel is that the honest answer to a lot of my questions to oncologists is “we don’t know”. It’s just the sneaky and unpredictable nature of this beast. I don’t much like it, but I’ve come to accept it. So, I’ve pretty much stopped asking questions that call for any degree of prognostication on the doc’s part. And I’ve learned not to ask a question if I’m not prepared to deal with an answer I don’t much like—that legal training wasn’t totally wasted on me. Plus my doc shares my love of golf, and we’d much rather chat about our trials and tribulations on the links than melanoma. After all, some crooked tee shots and a lot of three-putts are not the worst problems a guy could have.

So, on this blizzardly morning I’ll leave you with a new version of the Moody Blues’ “Question”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmOZFAYeurY


Why do we never get an answer
From our doctors ‘bout the score?
With a thousand million questions
About fate and death and more.

It's when we stop and look around us
There is one thing that we plead.
For a world of cure infusions
That we’re yearning in our need.

Why do we never get an answer
From our doctors ‘bout the score?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the call of hope is for.

It's not the way that they say it
When they tell those things to me.
It's more the way that they spin it
When they tell me what will be.

And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true.
That all the drugs you've been given
Have all been good for you.

I'm looking for someone to change my slides.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the tans I knew
For safely paler hue.

Between the sunscreen used in mountains
And the thrashing of UV
There lies a tan I near died for
And none’s paler now than me.

But in the rough off the fairway
My mind becomes confused
Between bad lies and the yardage
And golf clubs that I must choose.

I'm looking for someone to save my hide.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the tans I knew
For safely paler hue
The tans that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of bad moles.

It's not the way that they say it
When they tell those things to me.
It's more the way they really spin it
When they tell me what will be.

Why do we never get an answer
From our doctors ‘bout the score?
With a thousand million questions
About fate and health and more.

It's when we stop and look around us
There is one thing that we plead.
For a world of cure infusions
That we’re yearning in our need.

Why do we never get an answer
From our doctors ‘bout the score?