Archive | July 2013

Testimony of what has happened to me over the past few years

Hello! My name is Dee Bradley. I want to tell you a short story. If you knew me, you would laugh at that statement, because usually I can’t tell ‘short stories’.

I have been on a 21 year journey, with something I did not invite. In 1992, cancer attacked my body. People who say they ‘have’ cancer never invited it in. You ‘have’ friends over for a party, you don’t ‘have’ cancer. Attacked by colon cancer first, after the surgery I went through chemotherapy for 7 months. Chemo is worse than the illness.

My doctor said he wanted me to take six more months of chemo. I told the doctor that God, in an audible voice, would have to tell me I had to have more chemo, before it would happen. I never ‘heard’ the voice.

In April, 1993, after x-rays, CT scans and so many tests, the doctor said I had another cancer attack. The same surgeon went back in the same incision. I had stage IV adenocarcinoma of the colon with metastasized colon cancer and breast cancer. I told the surgeon that if there was a next time, just put in a zipper. It would make it easier on him and me.

The doctors told me I had 18 months to live. My oncologist, surgeons, GP, everyone said, “Go home and make your arrangements.” I did. I’ve had to change those plans twice. My pallbearers keep dying. How when I ask anyone if they would be my pallbearer they say NO, thank you!

In 1997, I had a heart attack. I got over it. In 1999 I was very sick and scared cancer was back again. The doctors asked me if I had my gall-bladder. I told him I wasn’t sure what they had taken out. They were beginning to call me “hull”.

October 1, 1999 they removed my gall-bladder because it was not working. October 21, 1999 the doctors removed my left kidney due to renal cell carcinoma. I had kidney cancer to attack this time. The cancer was the rapid growing kind. When they found it on October 1, it was the size of a dime. By October 21, it was the size of a hen egg sitting on the blood supply tube going down to my bladder from the kidney. No discussion about that kidney could be saved.

I lived with the fact, since 2003, I had a mass in my only existing kidney. I went through all types of tests. I did know I was not able to be put on a kidney transplant list due to the facts. I pasted sixty-two years of age; I have had three primary cancers and two heart attacks. Doctors told me too often the tumor was not operable. I found one doctor in Birmingham, AL that would do the surgery. He did what is called cryoablation one month before my tenth year anniversary of my right kidney removal.

In January 2013 I scheduled my routine mammogram. I went to Rome and had the torture. About a week later I had a call that I needed to come back for another view to be taken. Something in the first mammogram looked suspicious.

I did go back and was told that very day there was a mass close to the wall of my chest. With all the other ‘c’ I had, I needed to have a needle biopsy. I did. I am going to send you to my blog post of what that was like. It was a funny.

To make a long story short…I had to have a double mastectomy. I had two types of breast cancer, after twenty years. I decided to have reconstruction. The plastic surgeon doctor stepped in as soon as the physician was through taking off my breasts. He put in my expander. I am almost through with this part of the reconstruction. I hope he will be ready to put in my real breasts soon. I never wanted watermelons, but I don’t want to settle for small oranges. I certainly won’t be getting cantaloupes.

I am so glad I am alive. I had a terrible infection after the surgery, and on April 9th, I almost died. I had to have an emergency surgery to correct the infected breast.

I am fine now. Looking forward to getting my breasts. I don’t know if the ‘c’ will attack again. I pray not. The doctors say it could come back to the bone, liver or brain.

People ask me how I make it through.  I just tell them this: I believe in Jesus. I believe I have been left here on this planet to praise the Lord in all things.  I believe cancer should always be spelled with a little ‘c’ and my Christ spelled with a big “C”.

Also, if you stay around me for very long, you will find a good sense of humor has helped!  God does have a sense of humor…look at the one sitting by you. He does.

I know, no matter what happens to me, God does have a special place in heaven for me. This life on earth does not guarantee a life without any problems. As a matter of fact, it is only a vapor…

I have lived through broken hearts, sins, BAD decisions, and so many other terrible things…but when I asked God to come into my heart, my entire life changed. I am human. I love to have a good time. I still love to have my glass of wine and I don’t think God will condemn me for that one. If He does, it’s between me and HIM. I still have to watch my mouth. I can still say things which make me so mad with myself. But when I do I know to stop and ask for forgiveness immediately.

I hope you have a real and personal relationship with Jesus Christ! It is the only thing, in the end, that will mean anything.

God Bless you!!

Dee Bradley



The Old Wood Burning Stove

My grandmother had a wood burning stove. She had to get up in the morning, when it was so cold, water in a glass sitting on the floor beside my bed was frozen. Granddaddy would bring in the kindling wood to start the fire, and she would have enough biscuits, gravy, sausage, eggs cooked, with jelly and Yellow Label syrup to eat before he had to go out to feed and water the livestock and hunting dogs, horses and pigs. (You know the Yellow Label sat on the table all the time. It never got put away.)  Any extra biscuits she buttered, sugared and kept in a basket lined with one of her white flour bags and sweet potatoes full of churned butter and sugar.

Granddaddy (who we called PapPaw) always had a cup and saucer for his Louisianan Coffee with Chicory.  When the coffee was too weak, he would sit it on the floor. He would tell Grandmother (who we called Big Mama) the reason he sat it on the floor, “it was so weak, he didn’t want it to faint and fall off the table.”

All the morning revolved around the STOVE. I miss the two of them, and the STOVE…

Deliska Bradley


She finally asked him for a divorce

I have someone I know that finally asked her husband for divorce, after 30+ years of marriage. I cannot say it is a shock to me. I have expected it for years. I will say, the way it came about was something of a shock, only because I cannot believe how insensitive he was in what he did to finally break that straw.

She had been with him through so much. Yes, she had a daughter when they married, from a previous marriage, but he loved that little girl with all he had in him. They had a daughter and sometimes I believe he loved that adopted daughter more than his own flesh and blood child.

The woman tried her best to be a good wife. She stood by him through his diabetes, loss of the ability to be a husband to her, and then his constant going to the doctors and spending money for doctors procedures he did not need when he would not take care of himself. It was so frustrating.

But when he told the man in the Sears store, ‘see I told you she was crazy. See what I have to put up with?’ That was the straw. He didn’t know she could read lips.

She left the store, and hoped he would take his time getting home, since they were in different cars. He came in, and wanted to know why she left in such a hurry. Well, that was the opening that it took. She lit into him and told him what he had said, and there was no way for him to weasel out of this one. He tried to deny it, but she knew he lied and so did he.

She is being more fair about this divorce than I would be. She is giving him half of everything. She took half of the money out of the bank, all of her daughter’s money, and half of what is in the house. She told him they could sell the auto and pay off the house equity note, and both be free and clear of all debts, or he could pay it and keep the car. She was keeping the house. She is letting him stay in the house until the first of the month. I wouldn’t!! I would tell him to get his bag and go. I wouldn’t care where. I would just tell him to go.

I am afraid of what he is going to do before the first of the month. He is close to death because of his health and I am afraid he will kill her, the daughter and himself.

Lord, please keep them safe. Don’t let anything happen to them is my prayer and plea.

Deliska Bradley

7/19/2013 1:45am



Two things a girl loses and can never get back: her reputation and her virginity. Young ladies, keep both until you know the one you are to marry is worth giving the last one. Then you can hold your head high, because your reputation will be without spot or blemish, when you have a kind heart!~~db

It scares me what is coming down on the USA

Who is in Washington NOW that would be ‘honest’ enough to talk with about anything? And you certainly couldn’t find POTUS in Washington…he is on Vacation, or playing golf, shooting hoops, or just AWAY campaigning on some topic that is important to HIM.

It scares me what is coming down on the USA because we have let the Lord be taken out of our Nation, without a fight. We did nothing to stop it! Now we have to pray it’s not too late to ASK GOD to come back into the USA. He is the only ONE that can get us back on track, but the rest of us will have to be ready to man the train!

Deliska Bradley