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

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Walking In A Clinic Wonderland

For all of you who are spending a bit too much ‘quality time’ this holiday season in your favorite “just skin cancer” clinic, the Hotel Melanoma take on Rod Stewart’s new rendition of “Winter Wonderland”…

Ray spells bring, our new skin thing,
In the stains, cells are glistening
A beautiful fright,
It’s Black C to fight,
Walking in a clinic wonderland.

Gone away is the U word,
Here to stay is the flu bird
C brings drugs along,
How’d we go so wrong,
Walking in a clinic wonderland.

In the clinic we can thrill our mole man,
And pretend that C has lost the round
He'll say: “Are you worried?”
We'll say: “No man,
But U can do a job
When we’re too brown”.

Later on, we'll perspire,
As we scheme like a liar
To face unafraid,
The scans that they've made,
Walking in a clinic wonderland.

In sun red glow we can kill our moles, man,
And pretend Skin C’s a harmless clown
We'll have lots of fun with blister show, man,
Until the sun we did knocks us down.

When scans glow, ain't it chilling,
Through your nose pay the billing
We'll colic and pray, through the chemo day,
Walking in a clinic wonderland.

Walking in a clinic wonderland,
Walking in a clinic wonderland.

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