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, July 1, 2012

Navel Gazing Rock

It’s July 1 and Aim at Melanoma is telling me it’s time to do my monthly skin self-exam. I know these folks mean well, but I’ll pass. For one thing, I don’t like to look at my worn old carcass any more than I have to to shave etc. And for another, don’t these folks understand that we mole-covered paranoid hypochondriacs at The Hotel Melanoma are almost constantly obsessing over whether some spot on our hides is changing? Meh.


From Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers’, “You Wreck Me”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8m5p6V_NPQ&feature=related



Surprised I’m ‘live, nine years on
Surprised I’m pale, like my SPF strong
Infuse me, should C come ‘round
If I stay too long in Hotel town


Oh, yeah, you wreck me, Black C
You make me sing blues
But you move me, Sun C
Yes, you do


Now and again I get the feeling
Well if I don't win, I'm a gonna break even
Rescue me, should C go wrong
If it digs too deep, if it stays too long


Oh, yeah, you wreck me, Black C
You make me sing blues
But you move me, Sun C
Yes, you do


I'll be the boy in the SPF pants
You need a cure, that’s the vic’try dance
Sunscreen me, wherever I go
Docs play dumb, whatever they know


Oh, yeah, you wreck me, Black C
You make me sing blues
But you move me, Sun C
Yes, you do

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