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, May 12, 2015

I Can't Help Myself

I was fortunate enough to spend several days in Arizona last week and, although I didn’t much like it, managed to practice what I preach and spend a sun-safe holiday in the desert. My walking and lap swimming took place before 9 a.m. I booked a 7 a.m. tee time (on a snazzy course that was way too expensive for a guy whose USGA handicap index comes with a parking sticker) and still played in a UPF-50 long-sleeved golf shirt and slacks ensemble. My poolside time was spent under an umbrella. (Picture a white whale lounging on a deck chair.) I did take a midday mountain bike ride in shorts and a t-shirt (and no squirrelly bike helmet, thank you very much) but I was dutifully well-coated in sunscreen. But, truth be told, I was longing all the while to bask in the sun and lose my phosphorescent white sheen. Oy.

Until next time, I’ll sign off with a love song to my lost love the Sun, to the tune of The Four Tops' “I Can’t Help Myself”…

Sugar pie honey bunch
You know that I love you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
In and out my life
You come and you go
Leaving just your cancer behind
And I kicked it a thousand times

When you snap your fingers
Or wink your eye
I come a running to you
I'm tied to you, baby
And there's nothing I can do
Ooh, cant' help myself, no I can't help myself, come

Sugar pie honey bunch
I'm weaker than a man should be
I can't help myself
I'm a fool in love you see
Want to tell you I don't love you
Tell you that we're through
And I've tried
But every time I see your face
I get up all choked up inside

When I call your name, Sol
It starts the flame burning in my heart
Tearin' it all apart
No matter how I try
My love I cannot hide

Sugar pie honey bunch
You now that I'm weak for you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else

Sugar pie honey bunch
I'll do anything you ask me to
I can't help myself
I want you and nobody else

Sugar pie honey bunch
You know that I love you
I can't help myself
No I can help myself
Sugar pie honey bunch

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