Never Give a Chainsaw to a Woman with Cancer

I have 2 holly bushes and a crepe myrtle that I didn't plant. I'm pretty sure the holly bushes are older than I am. They have been out of control because I am not a plant person. Trust me. I just don't notice them, for one thing, and I really don't care. But these I have been noticing because they are tall, unshapely, out of control growths making the front of my house look terrible. Ugly things! Well, today I decided to do something about it.

For Christmas, Jadyn gave me this battery-powered handheld chainsaw. Yes, it was exactly what I asked for. I sometimes need to cut a fallen limb or something like that and do not always want to get out my large battery-powered chain saw. So, the little one is perfect. (Side note: When I told him what I wanted, he looked at me rather funny and said, "Are you sure?" Yep! It didn't take him long to realize I was telling the truth because that's just how I roll, and I know several moms who roll like that right along with me! LOL!)

I got out the little chainsaw, made certain both batteries were charged, and began to work. I started trimming small branches. I cut, and I cut. It was tough because they were tangled up with other branches. Then I saw it for what it was: a mass of tangled mess. That's when it hit me...

Mass...

I started seeing those bushes as the "plantification"(rather than personification) of the tumor that is in my colon. They are growing out of control just like cancer. They were pressing on the roof of my house, just like the cancer is "pressing on" my liver. And they needed to be stopped, excised, destroyed.

So, I got the big chainsaw...

And I went to work! Every branch gone and hauled to the curb was a step closer to being free of the mass of ugliness. The more I cut and hauled, the more energized I felt. I worked all afternoon and never got tired. I sang. I laughed at myself when I got bonked in the head. I gritted my teeth as I yanked branch after branch from the tangled mess at the top. I hollered when I hit my hand (and it hurt!). I piled up the debris for the city to pick up with their big claw truck and take it to wherever they take stuff like this and burn it or whatever they do with it as long as it was far away from my home. I didn't care if the bushes were just stalks coming out of the ground or if they died altogether. I had one goal in mind--total annihilation.

That is my goal with this cancer. I want it gone. I want it out of me. I want it destroyed never to return. Whatever the medical equivalent of the big chainsaw is, BRING IT ON!!!