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, December 17, 2012

Merry Christmas, Baby

My recent adventure with a couple of biopsies involved a cast of mostly young and female licensed health care professionals. Which is just fine with me because they all treat me so nice, kind of like I’m their ornery old uncle. I’ve apparently reached the “cute old man” phase of life and, at least as a patient, I’m willing to work with it.

For all of you nice young ladies who did a lot of needling, cutting and stitching on my unattractive old carcass this holiday season, and with special thanks to the young Mohs surgeon who complimented me for being fit and having very little body fat where she was working, here’s a wish for a very Merry Christmas to the tune of “Merry Christmas, Baby” from Rod Stewart & Cee Lo Green…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUJ1vot3CA8



Merry Christmas, ladies
Sure did treat me nice
I said Merry Christmas, ladies
You sure did needle splice
Brought me a benign thing for Christmas
And I feel like I'm a frozen slice, alright

Well I'm feelin' mighty fine, y’all
I got new stitch from my ray days old
Said I'm feelin' mighty nice y’all
I’ve got new stitch from my ray days old
I feel I'm gonna miss ya
Standing beneath the spot light glow, that spot light glow

Doctuh looked ‘round for skin C
Biopsied, y’all
And she left all them good stitches
For biopsy

I said Merry Christmas, ladies
Sure did stitch me nice
You brought me all these new dents
Now I feel like I’m a frozen slice

Well, Doctuh poked ‘round for skin C
About half past four
Left all these new dents in me
Flyin’ out the door

I said Merry Christmas, ladies
Sure did treat me nice
Brought me a benign thing for Christmas
And I feel like I’ve new lease on life

Merry Christmas, ladies
You sure have treated me well
I said Merry, Merry Christmas, ladies
You sure have treated me well
You brought me no Black C splotch for Christmas
And I feel like I’m a frozen slice

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
May the good Lord be with ya
May the good Lord be with ya
May the good Lord be with ya

Merry Christmas, ladies!

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