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

Monday, August 6, 2012

Curiosity

Last night, NASA successfully landed its unmanned rover “Curiosity” on Mars. Bravo. This single bold mission of exploration will cost $2.5 billion. That considerable sum of money is just a rounding error in the $3.8 trillion federal ‘budget’ in fiscal year 2012, but here’s a striking comparison: the National Cancer Institute’s cancer research budget has averaged $4.9 billion per year in fiscal years 2005-2010. And just over $100 million was spent on melanoma research in fiscal year 2010.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a supporter of funding a space exploration program and am disappointed that U.S. astronauts currently have to buy a ticket to space from the Russians, who also operate Aeroflot-- the world’s most dangerous airline. But shouldn’t Uncle Sam be more than twice as curious about kicking cancer to the curb as he is about whether Mars once supported any form of life?

The Hotel Melanoma rendition of The Four Tops’ “Baby I Need Your Loving’”…

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


Black C, you need more funding
Black C, you need more funding

Although you're ever near
Our voice I rarely hear
Another day, another night
I long to halt U fright
'Cause it kills coldly

Black C, you need more funding
Got to have lots more funding
Black C, you need more funding
Got to have lots more funding

Some say it's a sign of weakness
For a man to beg
Then weak I'd rather be
If it means kickin’ you to street
'Cause lately it’s been losin' streak

Black C, you need more funding
Got to have lots more funding
Black C, you need more funding
Got to have lots more funding

Angry cries echo your name
Whoa, sometimes I wonder
Will we ever ease your pain?
Oh yeah

When you see me smile, you know
Songs have gotten worse
Any songs you might see
Have all been re-versed

Star thing, I can go on without you
This SPF will let me live without you
This chemo mess inside me, star thing
Made me steal half a life

Black C, you need more funding
Got to have lots more funding
Black C, you need more funding
Got to have lots more funding

Black C, you need more funding
Got to have lots more funding
Black C, you need more funding
Got to have lots more funding

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