Happy Birthday To Me

My 50th birthday present in 2003 was a melanoma diagnosis. And for the ensuing ten weeks or so, the diagnostic news just kept getting progressively worse. For a mercifully brief time, the docs didn’t think I’d see 51. But lucky for me, a large mass next to my cervical spine turned out not to be a melanoma tumor. Consequently, my upcoming 59th birthday is a gift in and of itself, and now my goal is to reach 65 and become a Social Security and Medicare burden on the next generation.

Rock on, Boomers, with The Hotel Melanoma rendition of Sammy Hagar’s “I Can’t Drive 55”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvV3nn_de2k



One foot in the grave, looks like I won’t last, hey!
Well, there's too much panic, this must pass, yo!
So I tried their best near lethal brew
The big Black C fright come and crushed my groove again!


Go on and sign me up to make 65
Rest my case, mela’s dead, I’m alive
Burn the incense n' all that jive
'cause I survived, 59!


Lymph nodes?! Uh!


So I signed my name on consents galore, hey!
Yeah the doc said, "Boy, just one more
I'm gonna kick your ass in the UC joint"
Looked me in the eye, said, "You get my point?"
I said "Yeah!, Oh yea!"


Go on and sign me up to make 65
Rest my case, mela’s dead, I’m alive
Burn the incense n' all that jive
'cause I survived, 59!


Oh, yea!


I’m alive, 59!
I survived, 59!
I’m alive, 59!
I survived, 59!


Huh!


Now I live quite slow, you know it's been nine years.
And I can't get no pars, my game’s second tier.
What used to take two hours now takes all day.
Duh - It took me 16 rounds to get to today!


Go on and sign me up to make 65
Rest my case, mela’s dead, I’m alive
Burn the incense n' all that jive
'cause I survived, 59!


Ho, ho, ho, I survived...(I survived, 59!)
I’m alive... (I’m alive 59!)
I’m alive, 59!