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

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

For The Surgeon General

I gambled with skin cancer, by spending years of unprotected time in the sun, and lost. The toll so far is one Stage 3c melanoma diagnosis and two squamous cell carcinomas. So I applaud the Surgeon General’s Call To Action To Prevent Skin Cancer and pray that it’ll keep a whole lot of folks from checking into The Hotel Melanoma. Considering the impact of the Surgeon General’s 1964 report linking smoking to lung cancer and heart disease, this new initiative could be huge.

I kind of doubt he reads my blog, but what the heck—for Surgeon General Boris Lushniak here’s The Hotel Melanoma rendition of “Don’t Let The Sun Catch You Crying” from Gerry & The Pacemakers…

Don't let the sun catch you frying
The night's the time for outdoor cheers
Golf cart may be broken tonight
But tomorrow in the morning light
Don't let the sun catch you frying

The lifetime tan glows disappear
And with them go all your fears
For the warning will bring joy
For every girl and boy
So don't let the sun catch you frying

We know applying's not a bad thing
It stops your frying when the birds sing

It may be hard to skin cover
I can attest it’s a bummer
But don't forget that sun's a pain
And you should always tan abstain
Oh don't let the sun catch you frying
Don't let the sun catch you frying, oh no
Oh, oh, oh

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