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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Monday, April 15, 2013

Color Wars

The cancer awareness game reminds me more than a little of the color wars competitions some us participated in at summer camp and the like. Like it or not, we’re competing to win the public’s attention and the money that attention brings to our causes. And we bond with our teammates and grow quite proud and fond of our official team awareness colors.

One of the reasons wearing orange rather than black on May 6, Melanoma Monday, isn’t going to work for me is that I associate orange with a really tacky fake tanning job. (Try entering the words “orange tan” into your favorite search engine and see what truly frightful images you’ll find.) I suspect that Coppertone QT self-tanning lotion has been improved in the forty years or so since I last applied it, but that stuff could leave you looking like a tie-dyed Denver Broncos jersey from the 60’s.

But, oh well, I’ve ranted and pontificated more than enough on this subject so I’ll sign off with the Hotel Melanoma rendition of “Orange Crush” from R.E.M.…

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



Follow me, don black with me
I've got my spine, I'm not an orange crush
Hear our plea, don't color me
I've got my pride, I'm not an orange crush
We are agents of our C
I've had my sun and now its time to
Serve your conscience over C (Black’s our C, not ‘just skin C’)
Coming in fast, over me

Follow me, don black with me
I've got my spine, I'm not an orange crush
Hear our plea, don't color me
I've got my pride, I'm not an orange crush
We are agents of our C
I've had my sun and now its time to
Serve your conscience over C (Black’s our C, not ‘just skin C’)
Coming in fast, over me

Fry on the roof
Skin like blood,
Another one braised on sun waves tonight,
Sunnin’s in, you're told.

Need mir’cles and need mir’cles and need mir’cles from docs to consider and
lowered on co-payments jacked up all the bucks jacked up and
our spiels to rush and orange crush won’t cut it and all this here Hotel
hell any Hotel it's just like ‘heaven’ here and I was remembering and I
was just in a different country and all then this whirly world that I
headed for I had my nodules pulled off I knew it all I knew every black
mole and every derm doc

Follow me, don black with me
I've got my spine, I'm not an orange crush
Hear our plea, don't color me
I've got my pride, I'm not an orange crush
We are agents of our C
I've had my sun and now its time to
Serve your conscience over C (Black’s our C, not ‘just skin C’)
Coming in fast, over me

Fry on the roof
Skin like blood,
Another one braised on sun waves tonight,
Sunnin’s in, you're told.

Fry on the roof
Skin like blood,
Another one braised on sun waves tonight,
Sunnin’s in, you're told.

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