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, January 6, 2012

Music For Mole Checks

I’m well aware that my non-melanoma world of family and friends pretty much ignores my silly blog and that I’m preaching to the choir. A lot of my Facebook friends who aren’t mole mates have probably blocked my posts because they find my awareness campaigning annoying or just plain boring. My guess is that a lot of us at the Hotel Melanoma are living a kind of ‘double life’. The cancer part of it isn’t meant to be a secret to the non-cancer part of it, but it is. Even my wife asked me the other day if I’d started writing songs “again”.

Oh well, here’s one to sing at your next bare-it-all skin inspection (and maybe a non-mole mate or three will have one performed this year?!). To the tune of The Rolling Stones’ “It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll”…

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


If I could stick a pen on my chart
And spill it all over my stage
Would it gratify ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think this boy is strange? Ain't he strange?

If I could spin ya, if I could sing ya
A mole song that’s a rhyme
Would it be enough to cause bleeding hearts
If I broke down and died? If I died?

I said I know it's only checkin’ moles but I like it
I know it's only checkin’ moles but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it
I said can't you see that this old boy has sung a homily?

If I could stick a knife in my chart
Homicide is my stage
Would it take the buff off your tanning lust
Would it make you dread your sheen? Spread your ‘screen?

If I could dig down deep in my heart
Feelings would flood on the page
Would it notify ya, would it slide on by ya
Would ya think the boy's insane? He's insane

I said I know it's only checkin’ moles but I like it
I said I know it's only checkin’ moles but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it
I said can't you see that this old boy has sung a homily?

And do ya think that there’s some wonder cure around?
I bet you think that pink’s the only cancer in town

I said I know it's only checkin’ moles but I like it
I said I know it's only checkin’ moles but I like it
I said I know it's only checkin’ moles but I like it
I said I know it's only checkin’ moles but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it. I like it...

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