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, March 8, 2012

Happy Anniversary, Rev!

For our Hotel Melanoma Chaplain and to celebrate the upcoming first anniversary of her Melanoma Prayer Center on Facebook, an alternate version of Jimmy Buffett’s ‘gospel’ classic, “My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don’t Love Jesus”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHw9K9yMots


My moles hurt, Black C stinks, but I sho’ love Jesus (oh my Lordy it's not...)
It's not time for mournin’
Really is the time to fight
Tryin' to tell myself that my prognosis is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday let’s do mole checks Friday night

Went down to the clinic
’Cause checkup time is here
Listen to the docs squawk
Scans been comin' in clear

All of a sudden I wad'n alone
Checkin' funny sunspots with ol' Doc Bones
Oncology was rockin'
My eyes they started poppin'

Because there C sat at the corner of the scar
As I broke a long time string of remission pars
Someone call the lab
Claims man won'tcha pay my tab

My moles hurt, Black C stinks, but I sho’ love Jesus (oh my Lordy it's not...)
It's not time for mournin’
Really is the time to fight
Tryin' to tell myself that my prognosis is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday let’s do mole checks Friday night

Gotta ask the Hotel Chaplain
Get a prayer for my health
I can't spend all day
Boomer prayin’ for his self

I'm loggin’ into Rev’s page, drink some Heaven’s milk
Can find some new life in her words of silk
I've got to find a way
Get out and fight this prey

My moles hurt, Black C stinks, but I sho’ love Jesus (oh my Lordy it's not...)
It's not time for mournin’
Really is the time to fight
Tryin' to tell myself that my prognosis is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday let’s do mole checks Friday night

Let me tell ya, let’s do mole checks Friday night
I mean let’s do
Mole checks
Friday
Night

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