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, February 26, 2012

Girls Night Out

The fundraising affiliate of my favorite cancer center is holding a pricey cocktail fundraiser for “women’s cancers” this week. I know y’all will be shocked, just shocked, that melanoma isn’t on the menu of beneficiaries, despite its near-epidemic impact on young women. Don’t get me wrong, I still hope the event is a huge success even though melanoma missed the cut, perhaps due to some combination of ignorance and indifference among event organizers. But does anyone else want to bet that quite a few of the well-heeled women at this event will be sporting a tuned-up salon bake, fresh from the cancer incubator? Oy.

If any of you ladies here at the Hotel would like to attend and make a few choice comments to the leathered, I will pay for your ticket to the event.

Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with a new version of Neil Young’s classic, “Cowgirl In the Sand”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6ibl6PIKPM


Hello fool girl with the tan
And a cocktail
in your hand
Can I pray here
for a while
’Cause I see your
neat C style
Old enough now
to change your ways
When so many warn you
still pink’s all fame?
It's the women I knew
that make me want
to end this pain.

Hello beauty let’s discuss
Will your tan
turn you to dust
After all
those scans you’ll have
I am hopin' that
none glows bad
Old enough now
to change your ways
When so many warn you
still pink’s all fame?
It's the women I knew
that make me want
to end this pain.

Hello women’s cancer queens
Tan is not
the look of dreams
Purple scars
ain’t a great look now
To be good lookin’
ain’t to be burned brown
Old enough now
to change your ways
When so many warn you
still pink’s all fame
It's the women I knew
that make me want
to end this pain.

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