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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Thursday, August 2, 2012

Ain't Wastin' Time No More

Nearly everyone living somewhere in the Hotel Carcinoma chain receives the blessing of a renewed understanding that “time is of the essence”-- that life is fragile and fleeting, and therefore deserves to be enjoyed, employed and treasured in the here and now. And that perhaps one’s priorities in life need to be reshuffled and reordered to center upon what’s really important. But in my ninth year of residency at The Hotel Melanoma, I sometimes wonder whether I’ve lost my grip on these unexpected gifts that came with a Stage IIIc diagnosis in 2003. (Like, why would an athletically challenged old cuss like me spend so much time in a fruitless and Quixotic quest to lower his golf handicap?) Not that I’m hoping for a whack up the side of the head like a hard fall off the NED wagon, but I do mourn something lost and am trying to figure out how to get it back. Any suggestions?

For all of you who still get it because you’ve still got it, my take on The Allman Brothers Band’s “Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More”…

Last Sunday mornin’ … the putts fine fell like rain
Week before … they all … failed to drain
With the help of God and you friends … I come to realize
I still have true song words … and better things to try

And oh I … ain't-a wastin’ time no more
'Cause time goes by like … surg’ry drains … and last year’s flings

Lord, lord Miss Sunrays … why … all your fryin’?
Seen the brown fear, C long stays-uh … you lookin' like you're dyin'
Just check yourself our hide and look up at the scars we’ve scored
Mole C’s brown frown baby … find some sunscreen to hoard

Meanwhile I … ain't-a wastin' time no more
'Cause time goes by like … mole thing pain … and life’s plaster things

You don't need no biopsy to tell you why
You can't let one precious day slip by
But look inside yourself … and if you don't see what you want
Maybe it’s time then to own it
But see your time’s well owned, don’t just get by … oh, yessuh

Well by and by way after … many years have gone
And all our mole freaks die off … leavin' us alone
We'll praise God’s children in the grateful way we can
It's up to you and me brother
To try and try again

Well, hear us now … we ain't wastin' time no more
'Cause time goes by like … hurried fame
Sunnin' after sun prey wains
Don't forget the mole thing pain

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