Roll With It

I don’t know about you, but every so often I get the foolish notion that I’m in control of my life. And there’s just nothing like a cancer diagnosis and the uncertain and meandering path that follows from it, or the game of golf, to remind me that I’m so very not. One little mutation occurs in the DNA of one of your melanin cells or a sudden and unexpected gust of wind strikes your ball as it flies towards the green and, boom, things don’t turn out quite like you’d planned. And then all you can do is eat your slice of humble pie, and move on as best you can to the next step of your cancer journey. Or hope you can find that new golf ball.


The Hotel Melanoma version of Steve Winwood’s “Roll With It”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6x_bbuSc_4



When life is too much, roll with it, baby
Don't stop and lose your touch, oh no, baby
Hard times knocking on your door, I'll tell them you ain't there no more
Get on through it, roll with it, baby
Luck'll come and then slip away, you've gotta move, bring it back to stay

You just roll with it, baby, come on and just roll with it, baby
You and C, roll with it, baby, hang on and just roll with it, baby

The way that you golf’s not good for money
I swear by stars above, swing so funny
People think you're holin’ out, you show them what game’s all about
You can’t make it, roll with it, baby
When a par turns its back on you, hang in and do that great swing you knew

You just roll with it, baby, you just roll with it, baby
Come on and just roll with it, baby, you and C, just roll with it, baby

Now there'll be a day you'll get there, baby, you'll hear the doctor say, clean scans, baby
You'll leave bad times way behind, nothing but good times on your mind
You can do it, roll with it, baby
Then you'll see life will be so nice, you just go step up to cancer trials
You just roll with it, baby, you just roll with it, baby
You and C, just roll with it, baby, Come on and just roll with it, baby