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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Sunday, January 6, 2013

The Invisible Man

I’m so dang pale these days that I could lie on a white sand beach and disappear, but for the fact I’d be wearing long baggy swim trunks.  And a t-shirt.  Both to the great relief of other beach-goers.

But I guess I’d rather stand out at a beach resort with my phosphorescent glow than blend in with folks who look like a giant raisin wearing a Speedo.  We at the Hotel Melanoma are the few, the proud, the pale.

Until next time, I’ll leave you with a new rendition of Free’s “All Right Now”…

There I stood on the beach
Whiteout from my head to my feet;

They said, "Hey, what is this?
Now maybe, baby,
Maybe he's in need of sun bliss."

I said, "Hey, what's your game?
Maybe we can see things the same.
"Now don't you wait, or hesitate.
Get shade before you raise the cancer rate."
All right now, baby, kid’s a-all white now.
All right now, baby, kid’s a-all white now.

(Let me tell you now)
I look ‘fer moles on my space,
Watchin' every groove ev’ry place;
C said, "Look, what's your game?
Are you tryin' to put me to shame?"

I said "Slow, don't go so fast, don't you think that drugs can last?"
C said, "Love, Lord above,
Now you're tryin' to trick me with drugs."
All right now, Black C, kid’s a-all white now.
All right now, Black C, kid’s a-all white now

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