Some Guys Have All The Luck

I’m not a fan of cancer survival statistics, because I don’t think they mean much when applied to any particular individual. Plus they can cause us to be unjustifiably gloomy about our personal prognosis-- particularly if we don’t fully understand how to interpret those statistics. (See
http://hotelmelanoma.blogspot.com/2011/05/lies-damn-lies-and-cancer-statistics.html.)

Nevertheless, I get the impression from the medics that I, as a Stage IIIc melahomie who’s healthy and NED almost ten years out of biochemotherapy treatments, am a very lucky member of a pretty small club. And there are times, like now, when I’m not entirely certain how I feel about that. But I think I’m mostly just angry. Angry that the state of melanoma treatment hasn’t moved forward a lot farther and faster than it has over the past decade. And angry when molemates I’ve gotten to know and come to care about a lot just can’t seem to catch a break. Why do some guys have all the luck? Oy.

To the tune of Rod Stewart’s “Some Guys Have All The Luck”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xK8beW6dGVM



Some guys have all the luck
Some guys dodge all the pain
Some guys get all the breaks
Some guys have nothing to complain

Alone in a crowd, got good drugs, cancer’s cured
and I'm dreaming
The guy next to me has no cure in his arms
My scans are empty
How does it feel when the cure failed for you,
Black C ‘loves’ you
It seem so unfair when there's luck everywhere
but there's none for thee

Some guys have all the luck
Some guys dodge all the pain
Some guys get all the breaks
Some guys have nothing to complain

One drug to take, cancer’s gone and you’re great
Lord let it be free
One drug to try
No one will die from bad UVs
I know I would cry if I ever found out
C was fooling me
Cure’s not just dream, scans are thrill when they’re clean
I am that lucky

Some guys have all the luck
Some guys dodge all the pain
Some guys get all the breaks
Some guys have nothing to complain

Some of my friends have some things that do linger
They have drug ‘fun’
Some ‘fun’ and scares for them, it ain't fair
I got no ‘fun’
My head overheated
I called God and pleaded
There's help when you pray
I called God collect, he always accepts
You have help on the way

Some guys have all the luck
Some guys dodge all the pain
Some guys get all the breaks
Some guys have nothing to complain

But if you were here with me
I'd feel so happy I could cry
You are so dear to me
I just can't let you say goodbye