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

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Biopsy Rock

To the tune of The Rolling Stones’ “Honky Tonk Woman”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Kve_N8rmmQ


I met a cancer doc in green in Denver,
She tried to make my moles into some slides.
She had to treat me right ‘cause I got older
But I just can't seem to get C off my mind.

She’s a onc-y doc woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme the onc-y doc blues.

I had a biopsy in the breast clinic,
I must have looked like some kind of a sight.
The ladies there they stared at me down noses,
She punched some holes and then I knew I’m fine.

She’s a onc-y doc woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme the onc-y doc blues.

(Yeah!) She’s a onc-y doc woman.
Gimme, gimme, gimme the onc-y doc blues.

(Yeah!) She’s a onc-y doc woman.
Gimme, gimme, gimme the onc-y doc blues.

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