Archive | January 2013

MRI, with Breast Biopsy, as Taliban Torture

 

Friends and family:

I lived through the breast biopsy! There was a short time I did not think this was going to happen.

I will say this about the procedure, “IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A TRUE TORTURE TEST, THIS IS ONE FOR THE TALIBAN…”

So you will know what they did, this is not for the weak at heart or for those that squirm easily…

I had to change clothes, told to put this ‘LITTLE’ robe on (open in the front) which was no problem, since it barely met in the front. I left on my pants, since they were not working on THAT end.

One nurse tried to get an IV started and after five attempts to get it in the bend of my right arm, she said, “OK, this isn’t working. I am not sticking you again. I will try on the top of your hand.” She got that one of the first try. Good thing!!

The women took me into the MRI room and told me to lie down on the MRI table with my left breast hanging down in this VICE GRIP on my stomach with my arms over my head….and I was laying on the other breast with it FLAT as a fritter. The girls asked me if I wanted to listen to music on the headphones. I said sure, why not?! “What kind of music do you like?” they asked. I told them anything country! They put on some kicking country tunes!!

We thought the day was off and running. Then the MRI machine stopped working. They had to turn it off and back on. They asked me if I wanted to set up, or stay like I was. I made the wrong decision….I didn’t move.

Once they got the machine working they put the contrast in my arm! It makes your mouth taste funny and every mucus membrane in your body feels HOT!! My arm hurt!! Don’t say anything; she might have to re-stick me!! I had to lie completely still while this gosh awful machine made this terrible noise. I am so claustrophobic it is AWFUL…I tried to get something for this condition, but my ‘angel Caye’ didn’t get the message in time to get me any medicine to help me get through this. Floyd Breast Center does not give you ONE THING to help you get through this…no little relax pill….nothing!!
Then the doctor came in and started putting numbing shots in my BREAST!! If you have never had this happen, I cannot explain how this feels unless you can think of having someone sticking a needle in the white of your eye, nor have a needle stuck under your fingernail. That’s close!! These shots were supposed to made you NUMB. It did…after the fifth needle full of medicine went in the spot! By this time, I was crying real tears. I couldn’t move because they had me ‘lined up’.

Then…as if this didn’t hurt enough….and my shoulder felt like it was going to explode because I had to hold it over my head…the doctor came in with this hollow needle (which was going to take the biopsy) and he went in the side of my breast under my left arm, going all the way through my breast to the other side…SIX TIMES…It felt like it was as big as his little finger. Mind you, he had numbed me up completely.

Tears were streaming, again!!

By this time, the MRI was over and I could MOVE!! Remember, I was on my stomach, and my behind was UP in the air. When I tried to move myself down, able to sit up, I was in a strain. I FLATULATED LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD ON THE OTHER SIDE OF ROME!!

Just let the concrete floor open up and swallow me!! This was not the most embarrassing time of my life, but it blame sure came close!!

He put in a staple, so when surgery is complete, they can see where the places were biopsied. I had to have a mammogram making sure the staples went in the right places. They did!!

I put on my clothes and left, before anything else happened to me.

BTW, I went by the bathroom on my way out of the building.

;-p

One thing for sure…God supplied me with an over-abundance of humor, and if I didn’t use it, I would be sitting in the corner playing with the dust particles. I go back to find out what this found on Monday, 1:30pm. Smile Folks!!

Dee Bradley
1/24/2013

 

B-16 at Wind Creek Park (a Short Story)

 

B-16 at Wind Creek Park

By: Deliska

Short Story

Ray and I bought a well-seasoned fifth wheel travel trailer, 1994 Avion Fleetwood the first of September. It is 35’ long with a big slide out in the kitchen/living area. I will download several pictures so you can see how it looks.

We had planned for me to go camping at Wind Creek State Park in my home town for a week in the near future, and since Jaye, my son, wasn’t able to have his divorce hearing this week, we decided this week would be as good as any.

‘The Husband’ didn’t feel good on Friday, at all, so we decided to wait until Saturday morning to get our ‘stuff in one sock’ and get on the road. After getting up early, going to the Waffle House for breakfast, and getting home to pack the trailer out, nothing seemed wrong with the world. We stopped long enough to say our prayer, which we always say, before we get on the road going anywhere.

After getting all my weeks clothes packed, the food, make-up, jewelry, shoes, and all the other things you need to empress a family of visitors (HA) you hope will visit during the week, we were ready to pull out. I was in the car, since ‘the man’ would not let me go alone in the truck, pulling the trailer all the way to Alex City and Lake Martin, Alabama.

“It’s only two and a half hours!” I begged. He said, “I don’t care if it’s two and a half miles! You are not going to go away by yourself! You won’t be able to handle the set up and tear down!”

I didn’t argue!

Ray was in the big red Dodge duly and I was sitting in my Chrysler 300 watching him maneuver the BIG trailer between the two little posts which flank our drive. I was afraid he could not get the trailer out of the drive without hitting one, pulling the trailer out on the road. He did have to back it up once. It was a little close. Then when he got it in the road, I heard this GOSH AWFUL noise and I thought one of the tires had gone in the ditch. He stopped. I got out of the car and was just frozen to the spot.

I saw him walking around the truck and trailer. Then I saw his face, the color of powdered ivory talc. He walked up the driveway and I just held open my arms. He walked into them and laid his head on my shoulder. I thought he was going to faint. I walked down to the truck with him and we assessed the damage.

When he was getting the trailer ready, hooking on the fifth-wheel, he thought he had the latch locked and the pin in. When he pulled out into the road, the trailer came off the hitch and dropped down on the back of the truck sides. It tore the tail-gate off and it was hanging by only the chains. The side of the truck bed went into the underside of the front of the trailer (Ray said thank goodness there wasn’t anything there).

Several cars, by this time, had gone by on Old Cartersville Road, but a very nice couple did stop to help us. He got out and saw what Ray was trying to do, which was jack the trailer up enough to get the fifth-wheel engaged and LOCKED. They got this done while we were standing there waiting for the jacks to go back up, they did not stop. Ray had to stop the jacks when the motor started to click.

I tried to tell him we would just pull the trailer to the shop and forget the trip. He said no, we were ready and we were going.

We drove to Alabama, all the back roads, him pulling the trailer and me in the car, so he would not be on the interstate. We went through Roanoke, Wadley, and in Daviston cut-through to Horsebend to Jackson’s Gap. When we got to Hwy 280 we went north to Hwy 38 and went toward Wind Creek. We had to wait at least an hour for the people to clear off the site we wanted which had electricity, sewer and was right on the water in the shade. It didn’t hurt it was on a level site. I paid my $220 for my week. We found B-16 and Ray got the big rig backed into place. Thank God I didn’t have it to do!! He was right, I couldn’t back it up….pull through maybe, but no backing up!

When we got out and started trying to get all the things set up, it was not hard to do. I thought this would be a piece of cake. I pulled out the leveling planks, chock blocks, electric cords, got the water lines and sewer lines hooked up while Ray was getting the front jacks lowered. I noted he was taking a long time getting them down. I figured he was letting me see how hard it was to ‘set-up’.

I was ready to start lowering the back jacks, but I know you don’t do this until you get the front ones down, so I went to the front of the trailer. Ray had the look on his face, AGAIN.

“Dee, the jacks won’t come down!” he whispered.

“What do you mean, the jacks won’t come down?” I sneered, and continued, “Just whack ‘em, and they will drop!” He didn’t even look at me by this point!!

After him working, for over an hour…and me just giving up, going inside with the dog, to a cool air-conditioned trailer, he finally came in and told me the jacks were not going to come down. There was NO WAY to jack up the trailer, off the truck, so he could go home. We couldn’t level the trailer so I could stay.

I loaded up the leveling planks, chock blocks, electric cords, water lines and sewer lines. We were going back home.

Ray pulled the trailer up to the front of the campsite, so I could see about getting back my money paid for the week because I could not stay. I made a wrong turn and ended up in the middle of a wreck at the back of the campsite store. When I got around to the front, she gave me back my money, but Ray had tried to call me three times. My purse had dumped in the floor, as did Scooter, when I realized I had turned the wrong way and had to STOP due to the wreck. I got the dog back on the seat but the purse was hopeless.

I pulled around, to try to get up beside Ray in the truck, but he saw me coming and took off. At this time, I just pulled the purse up, praying the phone would not fall out in the floor, and started digging. Thank God, it didn’t. I had to ramble in the mess and I finally found the phone. I called Ray and said, ‘why in the name of bloody *&% did you take off and not wait for me to pull up beside you?’ As if he should have known what I wanted, he let me know in so many loud words, how was he supposed to know this is what I wanted.

While he was pulling up those long hills, out of the park area, he was meeting a motorcycle. A deer darted in front of him and it went between him and in front of the motorcycle. Neither one hit the deer, but if either one of them had another coat of paint, they would have killed the deer, or been killed by it. I wonder what the poor guy on the motorcycle thought!

We decided to go back through the woods to Deloris’, in New Site, and leave the trailer in her yard, since she was in Millbrook at Kelly’s, and we would go to The General for a bite to eat. We could go in my car. It had been a long time since the Waffle House at 7:30am.

Big Daddy Riddle called me when he pulled up and saw the big rig in his yard. He didn’t go with Deloris and Allison. He said, “Where the hell are you?” I told him…and he then said, “Who the hell are you with?” I told him I was with Ray. He said, “OK. I was just wondering where the hell you were, since this hotel is in my yard and I couldn’t find you anywhere!” I told him he could come over but he said nope he just ate.

We came back by and Ray saw Big Daddy for a bit but I didn’t even get out of the car. We just took off for home.

There was no trouble, until I was within two miles of the house. Another little deer ran out in front of ME right before I turn left at Fairview Church Road on Highway 113 coming from Yorkville to Rockmart. I wasn’t hurt but the deer lost her life by tearing the driver’s side headlight out! I did not see the deer until I hit it! Usually you can see a deer and swerve to avoid it! Not in this case! There was no time to swerve at all! A couple following behind me saw what happened and they pulled up, rolled down their window, asking if I was okay. I said I was except for being shook up. They kept asking if I wanted anyone called and I kept saying no! My husband was behind me pulling a trailer. They kept saying, “I think you should call him!” I finally said, “You don’t understand! If I call him and tell him I hit a deer, after the day we just had, he will lose it!” I bet they thought he would beat me or something!! Ha! ha!! They left!

I almost didn’t breathe until he got home afraid something else would happen. When he did pull in, and parked the trailer, I walked out to where he was in the yard. I was almost crying. He asked, ‘what is wrong?’ He thought it was just the day!! I said, “You are not the only one who had accident today!” His eyes got really big and he said, “What is wrong? Are you alright?” I said, “Yes, but the car isn’t! I hit a deer!”

He went over to the car and said, ‘so you’re the one who hit the deer I saw on the side of the road back there? I didn’t know if it was a deer or a dog. Don’t worry! If you’re okay, it’s all that matters!’

What more can you ask for?

Needless to say, we went to church today to thank our Lord for Grace, Mercy and Looking after us yesterday in so many ways.

We have a very good friend who can fix our trailer with fiberglass so you cannot tell anything happened! The tail-gate is not as easily fixed. We are going with a mesh tail-gate for a while. The rest of the little dents and scratches will come out at the same time. The car will go to Pruitt’s in Yorkville….the only place Ray will take my car for repairs. He was the person to fixed it when Lori wrecked it. This should only cost about $400. If it is less, I will be extremely thrilled.

The jacks on my trailer will be another question all the way around. I need to take the trailer to a person who can go through it with a fine tooth comb and fix all the little things….but then I am afraid of what it would cost if I do. The jacks are where the damage is worse in the nose of the trailer.

I am not sorry I have my trailer. It will just take a little time to get the bugs worked out. These are things which will not happen again…..I assure you!

The next few stories will be better than this one…at best I got to see B-16 at Wind Creek State Park as a nice camp-site.

 

 

Dee Bradley, Author

Romans 8:31

 

An Angel says, ‘Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn’t happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice.’
1. Pray
2. Go to bed on time.
3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.
4. Say No to projects that won’t fit into your time schedule or that will compromise your mental health.

5. Delegate tasks to capable others.
6. Simplify and unclutter your life.
7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)
8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.

9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don’t lump the hard things all together.
10. Take one day at a time.
11. Separate worries from concerns. If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety. If you can’t do anything about a situation, forget it.
12. Live within your budget; don’t use credit cards for ordinary purchases.

13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.
14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.
15. Do something for the Kid in You every day.

16. Carry a spiritually enlightening book with you to read while waiting in line.
17. Get enough rest.
18. Eat right.
19. Get organized so everything has its place.

20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life…
21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.
22. Every day, find time to be alone.
23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don’t wait until it’s time to go to bed to try and pray.
24. Make friends with Godly people.

25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.
26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good ‘Thank you GOD  …’
27. Laugh.
28. Laugh some more!
29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.
30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).

31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).
32. Sit on your ego.
33. Talk less; listen more.
34. Slow down.
35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.
36. Every night before bed, think of one thing you’re grateful for that you’ve never been grateful for before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU.
‘If God is for us, who can be against us?’

(Romans 8:31)

It’s “C” Again

I thought I would let my bloggers know…I was told on Tuesday, by my Oncologist, I have breast ‘c’ again. He said it is the lowest grade of ‘c’ there can be…and if it has not spread, I will only have to have a little radiation and tamoxifen for the next five years. Oh yeah!!

I go to the surgeon on Friday, the 11th, to see what he plans on doing. If it is in more than one place, I want him to take off both of them and give me two perky ones.

God willing, I am going to go to Canton tomorrow so I can get started on the weight loss program. I want to lose at least 100 pounds. If this ‘c’ is caused by me being over-weight, I can do something about this.

God, be with me, because I am going to have to lean on you…and some days you are going to have to carry me!!

Dee Bradley

1/10/2013

Almost have FIRST novella written

I thought my first book would be “Hwy 22 East”, however I was given “Circle B Ranch” first as my dive into writing. I hope to find out all the worst things about writing with this one, and then I can write Hwy…

The other book will take me over a month just to get it down  in some sort of workable story. I know this one is rough. I have not even read through it…and yet I let it go out. What was I thinking?

I don’t even remember who all I sent it to. I will have to go on-line and see if I can remember who I sent it to.

If I remember, maybe they won’t laugh too loud.

Ok….I am exhausted…..I had a biopsy today on my old boob. Possible breast cancer again!! It is a solid mass. Pray it is not. If it isn’t, I am going to go to the doctor’s in Canton, and I am getting on the diet plan. I am going to lose 125 pounds…I don’t care how long it takes!! And when I do get that skinny, I am going to be a force to be reckoned.

God be with me!!

db

1-4-2013