Parts Full of Moles

I’ve heard several melahomies express a strong preference for having nearly every even slightly suspicious looking mole removed and sent to a pathologist. I’m not a member of that club, perhaps because I’m so speckled and freckled that taking this tack would turn me into one big mass of scar tissue and I’d spend the rest of my life with a dermatopathologist on my payroll. So I don’t want anything biopsied unless my oncologist or dermatologist thinks we need to, thank you very much, and I’m happy to let them make the judgment call. Although I do get some grins whenever I’m sent to my favorite cancer center’s breast cancer clinic for a quickly needle biopsy.

For my ever watchful docs, to the tune of “Heart Full of Soul” from The Yardbirds…



Thick in parts and molely,
Deep in dark despair.
Thinking one thought only
Where is C tell me where.
And if C says to you
C don't love me.
Just give it my message.
Tell it biopsy.

And I know if C had me back again
Well I would ever make it sad.
I've lotta parts full of moles.

And I know if C had me back again
Well I would ever make it sad.
I've lotta parts full of moles.

C’s been gone such a long time
Longer than it was there
But if C says it wants me
Tell it that I'll be there
And if C says to you
C don't love me
Just give it my message
Tell it biopsy.

And I know if C had me back again
Well I would ever make it sad.
I've lotta parts full of moles.