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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Friday, December 16, 2011

An Ode To Melanoma

With apologies to anyone who included this song in their wedding festivities, a request from one of my favorite molemates: a slightly warped version of Bette Midler’s “Wind Beneath My Wings…”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9ZMDPf9hZw


You must have been hiding in the shadows,
I never got sunlight in that place.
You were content to take your time, that's your way.
You always lurked a step behind.

So I was the one in all sun’s glory,
While you were the one with all the strength.
A devilish face without a name for so long.
A devilish smile to hide your game.

Did you ever know you caused me chemo,
And everything doctors did to me?
I am still hurting from those needles,
And you put sunscreen upon my skin.

It might have for years gone unnoticed,
But I've got it all here in my chart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be bronzing without you.

Did you ever know you caused me chemo,
And everything doctors did to me?
I am still hurting from those needles,
And you put sunscreen upon my skin.

Did I ever tell you I hate chemo?
It’s everything, everything I wish I could flee.
Oh, and I, I got drugged higher than an eagle,
For meds were the wind beneath my wings,
Cause meds were the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, wind beneath my fling.
You, you, you, you were the wind beneath my fling.
Fry, fry, fry away. You let me fry on high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my fling.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my fling.

Fry, fry, fry high beneath the sky,
So high I almost bought long lie.
Dang you, dang you,
Dang Sol for you, the wind beneath my fling.

1 comment:

  1. Maybe I can get through this song without crying now....!

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