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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Thursday, March 1, 2012

You Gotta Stay Out of This Place

I get a lot of good chuckles out of looking at the Google search keywords that send unsuspecting victims to my blog. Today’s favorite is “cant [sic] afford melanoma”.

No kidding. Life at the Hotel Melanoma has whacked me up the side of the head financially, despite the fact that I’ve never been without health insurance coverage that, most of the time, eventually pays my claims. Co-pays, co-insurance, deductibles, travel expenses, and lost income from not working all add up to a potentially crushing financial burden. I’m lucky it fell on me at a stage of life when I’d had the time to build up some resources to help weather the storm. I’d hate to guess what it might have been like to check into the Hotel Melanoma in my 20’s rather than my 50’s.

So, Googler, I’m not sure what you were really looking for today, but I’ll leave you with my version of The Animals’ “We Gotta Get Out of This Place”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUpBSvN1a50


In this dingy old part of the Hotel.
Where the sun’s refused most times.
Doctors tell me there ain't no future fryin’.

My little girl you think tan is pretty,
And one thing I know is true.
You just might die before your time is due.

See that laddie in bed a-fryin'.
See him there burnin' days.
He's been bakin' and wastin' his life away.
I know.

He's been bakin' yeah, everyday wastin’ his life away.
Have been courtin’ Black C.
He’s been a courtin’, courtin’ , courtin’, courtin’

You gotta stay out of this place
If it's the last thing you ever do
You gotta stay out of this place
Mate, there's a better life out there for you, ooh yeah

My little girl you know pale is pretty,
And one thing I know is true,
Won’t be dead before your time is due,
Yes I know

See my doctor instead of dyin'
Make the dare insurance pays
He's been workin' on spendin’ my health co-pay
Yes I know

Believe he's been work-in' yeah
Have been work-in' yeah, whoa!
He’s been work-in' work-in' work-in'

We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Mates, there's a better life for me and you, whoa baby

We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Mates, there's a better life for me and you
Oh you know it baby, I know it baby
You know it too

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