So this is what cancer does to you (me).Â I can’t speak for anyone else, but I would assume experiences and thoughts would be quite similar.Â Â You see, not one day can goes by that I am not reminded of the dreaded “C” word.
On the weekend I splurged again.Â Retail therapy trumps hugs (this is unfortunate but I am being truthful) while I am trying to calm my nerves dealing with the wait game until I hear the scan results.Â Â I finally gave in and bought myself a Dyson vacuum cleaner.Â I love it, and I have to admit that I was actually looking forward to “playing” with it yesterday.
Who looks forward to vacuuming?Â I know, I shake my head at myself too.Â Â Anyway, so I am putting the unit together and reading the instructions (I suck at tasks like this) and I managed to do it all by myself without any “second opinions”.Â Score one for me.Â Yippee.Â Well then I see the warranty card stuff.Â Â Five year warranty… awesome.Â Â So instead of being excited about my new toy, and the nice warranty, this is what I think.Â
“I wonder if I will expire before the f**kin’ warranty does?”Â Â Before you think I’m crazy, you must agree that it’s a legitimate question, come on now…… Ugghh !Â Â I can’t be beat by a vacuum!Â In a way I found this humourous….. really, if you think about it…… what would my obituary read like?
Karrie A. Roy….. survived by parents, brother, sister, aunts, uncles, 1 nephew, 3 nieces…. and her Dyson vacuum !