Would you jump off a Bridge?

We’re Friends. You Laugh, I laugh. You Cry, I Cry. You Jump off a Bridge, I get my boat and paddle out and get your retarded ass!

I remember what I told Cleta, when she was in Turkey…I was scared to death. The fighting kept getting closer and closer to her. I told her I would send her a camel to get her to the edge of town, a motorcycle to the edge of the water, a dingy to the boat, and a boat to get her across the big pond, but be blamed if I would come over there and get her and Vinnie. Those bombs did not care who they blew up. The bombs didn’t realize I was a Southern Lady who had no business in their mess….I was just there to get my two “best-est” friends out of the country…..so I can understand this saying really well…I used to jump off bridges with friends….NOPE, now I’ll send a boat!!

Dee Bradley

12/2/2013

 

This Year, Shopping Will Be Small…

This year my shopping will be so small you will have to have a Microscope to see it. I’ve told my kids not to expect from us. With Ray out of work since March, we are just this side of broken. We are so blessed to be in a warm house with clothes on our back, food on the table, shoes on our feet, and the ability to help others that have nothing. I will ‘give’ a small gift, but nothing like I usually do.

The children don’t know thirty minutes later what Grammie gave them. I will stand them up against the wall, take their measurement, like I do every year. I took down the measurement off the wall we left at the other house, so I didn’t lose those memories. I am getting it ready to mark this wall, with memories here. That is what they will remember, not a GIFT. They will remember the ONE day a year their Grammie had every one of her grandchildren, and her children, to come to her house at Christmas. The kids never come at one time but once a year, at Christmas. I get a picture of my family. And Ray cooks.

Merry Christmas!

DB

11/27/2013

“He Took Care of Me”

“He Took Care of Me”

When you meet the man of your dreams, and he literally sweeps you off your feet, you never think you will not have the fairy tale ending. I was born a romantic at heart, and at sixty-two, I have never gotten out of it. But I have learned, there are no knights in shining armor, on big white horses, who will ride up and whisk you off your feet. He rides a big red Dodge truck, he wears blue jeans and his name is Bubba!!

When I met my fellow, I was working as a property manager in Roswell, GA. He and his brother came up to an apartment complex to give an estimate on a landscaping contract. He was working on a part-time job with his brother, along with his full-time job with Georgia Power. A couple I knew worked with me, knew him too, so I was bound to meet this man.

Needless to say we hit it off. We were so happy and broke the first few years of our marriage. We both had marries before. I had one son, and he had a daughter and a son. Blending two families together always will be a trial and ours wasn’t any different. He had child support and my son was living with his father when he was eleven, so it was just the two of us. We learned how to live on very little.

I moved to Northwest Georgia with my fellow to the most beautiful country I had ever seen. I got to go hunting, fishing and star-gazing at night. When you turned out the lights in the country it was blacker than midnight under a wash-pot. The stars do shine bright in the night sky.

Four years into this wonderful laugh filled turmoil called marriage, cancer attacked me. This just did not seem fair! Why me? I had turned my life over to the Lord. I was a practicing Christian. Why was I going through this now? We were just becoming financially able to travel, which we loved to do.

My entire family lived in Alabama, except my only son who lived in Atlanta in 1992, when cancer hit the first time. He was working full-time on a start-up company and he did not have any time he could take off to stay with his mother. My mother and two sisters lived two and a half hours away. They had jobs and could not take off their jobs. My step-children were still in school and all the ‘taking care of ME’ was on my fellows shoulders.

The husband was doing nothing but landscaping during this time, and we almost starved to death, but he was home with me, which I needed so desperately. When I had chemo-therapy he would hold my head and make sure when I threw up I was okay. He made sure I had all I needed when my bottom hurt so badly after the chemo burned it up!

When I was told the cancer had returned in 1993, and I had only eighteen months to live, he really stepped up! My mother and sister’s took me to Birmingham to the UAB to get another opinion. Those doctors said, ‘No the doctors are right. She only has eighteen months’. Not only did I get scared to pieces, I lost the ability to stay on my job. I was put on disability and had to turn over all my needs to the husband. I had always been on my own since I was sixteen. I had made my way and now I had to put my faith and trust in him? OH ME! He took such good care of me. He never made me feel like I was a burden on him, in any way. He always cooked for the two of us. I never did cook…long story…for a different time.

The fellow and I started making our bucket list of things we wanted to do after I got through with the chemo. We wanted to go to Montana fly fishing, to Wyoming to see Yellowstone National Park, and to Alaska on a cruise for starters.

In 1999 I had my left kidney removed due to renal cell carcinoma. I could not believe kidney cancer had attacked this time. What was going on? Again, no answers! But the husband was there for me while I was in the hospital. My family came to help out when I got home, so he could continue to work. He was working as his own boss; such a difference in the jobs but not a difference in the husband.

We worked together really well, when he was running his own business. He was the President of the company and I was the CFO…Chief Financial Officer. He made the money and I spent it wisely. We really got to travel and do those things on the bucket list we had only dreamed of doing.

Every time I had to go to a doctor’s appointment, if he couldn’t go with me, he would make sure I had someone to take me. He would call and ask how I was doing before I got out of the doctor’s office several times. I told him I would call when I got home.

The last time we had to go through this was February 2013. I had a double mastectomy. Twenty-one years since I was attacked with the first breast cancer and this hits again? Why Lord? My husband just held me and said, “God will help us get through this! He always has!”

On April 3, 2013 my ‘fellow’ wasn’t feeling good and I had to take him to the hospital. He had seven blockages and had to have open heart surgery April 9th with three by-passes. When he came out of recovery, and off the vent, he was talking to us for three days. Then suddenly his lungs went ‘south’. He was on a vent from April 12th to 26th. I thought I was going to lose my best friend and my care-giver.

April 9th I had to go into the hospital, for emergency surgery due to a bad infection in one of my breasts. When he woke up he asked where I was and my Cancer Navigator told him I had to have some rest and she sent me home. He didn’t question her. I don’t know what I would do without him. Praise God, I didn’t have to. We are both fine now…and plan on more trips.

He has semi-retired, sold his business, and we are no longer planning long trips; just those to the doctor’s offices and church. But at least we have each other, as best friends and care-givers.

Dee Bradley  10/13/2013

October is Breast Cancer Survivor Month–this is my Cancer Navigator submission

Only Eighteen Months to Live

My name is Deliska Bradley, but I go by Dee for this reason. Nobody can remember or say Deliska. My mother waited nine years to have children and she wanted a different name for her first child. Well, she got it.

I won’t bore you with all the ‘facts’ of my misguided youth…because I was one of those prodigal children. I did know all about Jesus at the age of nine, and joined a little Baptist Church and became baptized into the faith. I tried to be a good girl until I was about sixteen.

I married at nineteen, had a son in 1972, divorced, moved to Texas, married, divorced…and the story goes…

I moved back to Georgia in 1983 and I went to a church after being invited by my mailman to come to a bible study on Galatians 2:20, The Crucified Life of Jesus. I figured I had tried everything; I might as well try Jesus, again! Isn’t this sad? I’d try church again?

After ten weeks of Bible Study, and so much soul-searching and prayers, I asked Jesus Christ to come into my heart and become my Lord and Savior. I was a new creature. I wanted to jump pews and shout, “I got it! Praise God, I got it!” But as most of us know, I was too embarrassed to do this type of praise! How awful! I should have.

I had met a man who stole my heart. He was the finest man and I loved him with all I had. He was so kind and funny! And he was good-looking, tall, dark complexion, curly hair, brown-eyed and did I say he was tall and funny? He was just what I had always dreamed of.  His name was Ray Bradley and he was from Rockmart, GA. Where was Rockmart, GA?

We married November 5, 1988, and I wish I could say all things were just wonderful, but if I did, lightning would strike me dead. We had our issues. But God and love held us together. We never really talked about divorce, but we have both contemplated killing each other a time or two.

In 1992 I was having lots of problems with my digestive system, and I had worked for a doctor who had been supposedly keeping up with my problem. He kept telling me to take my medicine and eat right. I quit working for him in March and by August I Stage 4 colón cancer was a real diagnosis by a REAL doctor. I went through seven months of chemo-therapy. The oncologist wanted me to take six more months of chemo and I told him NO in short order. He told me he wanted me to have another CT scan, because the blood test never showed any cancer.

The CT scan showed I had another mass. Surgery was scheduled for April, 1993 because I had a metastatic colon cancer and my first breast cancer. The breast cancer was a little spot in my left breast which was ‘sore’ and Dr. Banny Harbin took it out, not thinking it was anything to worry about. I had something to worry about!!

I was told in April 1993, since the attacked by Stage 4 adenocarcinoma colon cancer with metastasized cancer and breast cancer I had the diagnosis of eighteen months to live. I needed to go make my final arrangements and get my affairs in order. I did. Little did they know. I knew the great physician!

I had a heart attack in 1997, I was attacked by kidney cancer in 1999 and had my left kidney removed. Ten years less one month I was diagnosed with another tumor in my right kidney. Not a doctor in Rome, GA would touch me. They said I had terminal kidney cancer. I said OH NO I DON’T! I went to Birmingham, AL and had cyoablation on my right kidney. They froze the tumor. I had complication, but I’m alive!!

I was cruising along, thinking I was cancer free! I was scheduled in January 2013 for a mammogram, which I have every year! I went to the clinic, and when they called, saying I needed to come back in for another look, I wasn’t worried. They had to do this before. I went back in, and when the radiologists came in, with ‘the look’, I knew I was in trouble. He said, “I hate to tell you, we did find something in your left breast, and if you think we need to do a needle biopsy, I can do this now, or we can wait six months and watch it.”

Well, with my luck, I don’t wait. I said ‘NOPE, we’ll so it NOW’. He did. And it was suspicious. They found two cancers in the left breast, both different. So the decision to take off both breasts was my doctors suggestion. I had reconstruction surgery. I would not tell you to do this, if you can have a lumpectomy, please do so. I did this the first time, and this was right for me then. This time it wasn’t an option.

I do not know how much more cancer I will have to endure. It is not up to me. I do not invite cancer…I do not HAVE it as a guest! It attacks me! I do know, if God brings me to it, HE will bring me through it. If I had not turned my life over to HIM in 1988, I would not be here today. “I am a spiritual soul in an imperfect earthly body!”

Breast cancer is spelled with a little ‘c’ and my Christ is spelled with a big “C”. One day we will find the cure for cancer, but today we have the cure for eternity and it is Christ.

Praise the Lord. No matter what happens to me…I am gonna be Okay!!

Dee Bradley  10/13/2013

Goals for the coming Five months

If there ever was a song, hidden deep down in my soul, needing to find its way to the surface to the light, it has to be now at three in the morning.

I don’t think I have ever been as bloody tired and sleepy, yet my mind will not stop, or even slow down tonight.  I have taken my meds, so don’t go there friends! I don’t know what is wrong with the old girl tonight, but I feel like I am on a gerbil wheel and the thing is flying.

Most days I don’t do half what I did today. I washed clothes, carried a plat downtown to have it copied at my Real Estate ladies office, went out to the house and cleaned all the tops of the kitchen cabinets (inside and out), and came back to this house to clean up the kitchen.

In a few hours I have to paint all the furniture I plan on keeping in the move out to the other property. I am so looking forward to that move. I go out to that house and I feel so different. I enjoy living out there so much. I look forward to making it our home. I am going to make our bedroom a cool, enjoyable place to retreat. The master bath will be a spa with candles and deep rich towels and perfumed soaps. A bottle of bubbles will be on the side of the tub with a glass for me….and if he wants to join me, that’s okay….and if not, it’s up to him. It is going to be five o’clock somewhere everyday for me. That is going to be my one hour dedicated to me and my hour. I will soak, pray, meditate, listen to my music and relax to be thankful for what I have in this world.

Goals are things I hope to accomplish….but if we don’t put them down, they are only dreams in the air. My goals for the up-coming five months go like this:

1. Get up early and read my Bible, pray, exercise.

2. Shower, dress in business attire, FULL make-up & hair fixed.

3. Full breakfast=Protein Drink

4. Write for four hours…Monday – Thursday

5. 2pm -4pm lunch break=Protein Drink

6. Walk or ride bike 30 minutes outside!! Soak in the tub…

7. Friday, clean house all day

8. Saturday, clean yards all day

9. Sunday, go to church all day

10. Only eat light at night….and keep a track of what you ate all day. Make sure I eat enough. No Sugar!! No stupid carbs…but good carbs.

I am going to be happy, and I am going to be satisfied. I have a choice and I have accepted this is how it is going to be. I want things to be different, and if they are going to be, it starts with me. If I am going to be looking different when we board that plane February 28, 2014, then I have to do something about it now. I know what I have to do, and now is the start.

Wish me well….those two days in Dallas should be interesting. This is the motivation for my change. I know I need to and the thoughts of seeing those people again, this big, just makes me shiver. I want to be thinner than they have ever seen me, and with God’s help I can do this. I know it won’t be easy, but it will be so worth it. I will say my devotions daily and read my Bible on my weight loss, and with God’s guiding hand, I can do it.

I am not putting a pound amount on this, I am leaving it in the Lord’s hands. He will guide me and I put ME in His hands. I know that I need HIS help. I am asking Him for help. I am so helpless without Him.

You will see pictures of me along the way…and I will post how I am doing each week: good, bad or otherwise.

Please pray for me. I am going to need it.

Deliska Bradley

9/25/2013 4:13am

 

 

 

 

Dinner with Jaye and children

Yes, it’s been a while since I wrote anything! I’ve been so busy, I have wished I could say, “I’m bored!” I can’t say that now! When I want to be, I have so much coming down on my head.

I went out to dinner with Jaye and his children this evening. It was really nice getting to see the children again. They are growing up so fast! I can’t get over how they change so much each time I see them. Lauren had lost more teeth on the front, and Nate’s teeth are coming in more, and Carter is growing taller!! Carter thinks he is so slick and smooth, he can pull the wool over every one’s eyes. He went to the restroom with his hand-held video game/phone, and he was gone so long, I told Jaye to go get him. I was worried about him. He did and he said he knew he was in there. He didn’t call out to him.

Jaye got on his phone and tried to call him. The line was busy. When Carter got back I told him I knew what he was doing, and he said no, his stomach was hurting. I looked at him and he started smiling. I told him not to blow smoke up my nose…it wasn’t a smoke stack…he just smiled!

Mama had to be taken to the hospital today and Denise called while we were having dinner. I just knew mother had a stroke but the CT Scan didn’t show anything. Her labs didn’t show anything either. There wasn’t anything they could find, but something happened. Mother doesn’t do this. She is slipping really fast and something will take her out fast, I hope. I hope she doesn’t hang on for a long time. She wouldn’t want that.

I am going over tomorrow to see mother. Mama has to be better……I have to be home Sunday. I have to move in to our new home next week. All alone again.

Deliska Bradley

9/19/2013

 

The donkey in the Well

Genesis 50:20

I have felt like the old donkey being thrown in the well. The owner was throwing stuff in on top of him instead of trying to get him out. But the old donkey kept stomping down the mess all around him until he stepped out of the well. I could have let all the stuff fall on my head and not do anything. Glad I knew to keep stomping down the stuff falling all around me. I stepped out of that deep well years ago. I have to stop letting people tell me I need to go back to where I came from…I am FREE.  I shake off trash sometimes daily, and I am moving on!!~db

Deliska Bradley

9/13/13

Friday 13th….I am not superstitious …. Big Mama you put this on me.

FAITH

Faith…I walk by faith that is not ‘blind’ for I have the road map of life, my Bible, to guide me along the way. I have the voice of God to listen to when I pray, and I have the Holy Spirit in my heart that quickens my spirit when I do something, or SAY something, that isn’t so pleasing unto my Lord. I don’t know what lays ahead of me in this life, as none of us do.

 

I am glad I didn’t know what was ahead of me the past twenty-five years. This has been a true delight and adventure. I stood on the side of the stream of life that the Lord gave me when I truly turned my life over to HIM on October 26, 1988 and I held my nose and JUMPED in. He has taken me to places I have never thought I would see and I have done things I never thought would be possible. I spoke in front of people I never would have imagined, the largest group was about 500, and I’ve seen many men and women give their hearts to the Lord through Jesus Christ. I’ve led a little boy to the Lord after a Vacation Bible School with him sitting in the back seat of my car…and I still keep up with him to this day. He’s grown.

 

We all struggle with Life’s ups and downs, and I am no different. My health was such I had to stop traveling to speak, and I have arthritis in my spine so bad it hurts to move. My feet don’t want to walk sometimes, but my mouth hasn’t stopped working so I can tell what Jesus has done for me.

 

He saw my MESS and gave me a message. He took my TEST and gave me a testimony. He saw I was a cracked vessel and he put me back on the potter’s wheel and reworked me, until he could use me for His glory. He is not through with me yet. He keeps on leaving me here through bouts of ‘cancer’ and heart attacks and I keep telling Him…’if I had known I was going to live this long Lord, I would have taken better care of myself’. He told me, ‘it’s in the Bible, girlfriend. Your Body is the Temple of the Lord.’ I said, “Yes Sir… Sorry.”

 

I hope you are living by FAITH…and your crooked places made straight. Jesus will do these things and not forsake you.

Praise the Lord, He hasn’t forsaken me!!

 

I still have my sense of humor. God gave me that too.

Deliska Bradley 9/10/2013

WAR with Syria

I do not want Obama to go to war with Syria. The reason, Obama got off his teleprompter and stuck her bloody foot in his mouth up to his knee! He has no business in Washington being our President in the first place, and he has no better sense than open his alligator mouth that just over-loaded his hummingbird butt.

The USA cannot AFFORD to be in another WAR. In case he hasn’t noticed, the USA is BROKE due to he and his lovely wife taking ‘vacations’ all over the world the past five years, keeping the USA in a war in Afghanistan, and Iraq, and the reasons go on. On top of that, why go over and bomb them for doing what they are doing to themselves? We can stay here and not be in harms way! They want to KILL US.

I am not considered the brightest bulb in the hall, but even I know we don’t need to go step in a civil war that has been going on in Syria since Biblical times. That war will never be any different. EVER!! And they want all of us dead!! We have no right to go over there and tell them anything. If the rest of the world won’t go to help us, leave them alone. If their own people won’t stand up, why should we go and help the ones that would slit our throats when we got there. They hate us worse than the ones that killed them.

Please God, don’t let Obama send us back into war!!

Deliska Bradley

9/9/2013

 

Moving Back to our Other House

We are moving out of our home we’ve lived in for over seven years. The house we are moving to is the house we lived in six years but we had rented to a dear friend and his family. We are moving back to the rental house on faith…because we are not sure we can stay there.

1092 Cartersville Highway
God, wherever we land, I ‘go to’ YOU to verify what YOU have told me. You take me to a place where YOU will be and I can have a deeper relationship with YOU. YOU and I have joy overflowing like never before. I already have my ‘prayer place’ picked out, and my Bible study dates set. The ladies are coming together. We are even going to exercise each morning.
Thank you Lord, in advance for YOUR blessings!! I life up my eyes to the hills because I know my help comes from YOU Lord, because You hung the stars in the heavens and made my earth.
I am so Blessed! Life on this Earth is SO Hard, but with Jesus as my Savior, the Holy Spirit as my daily guide in this life, the Bible as my MAP and ‘God as the only one that will ever Judges me that counts’ I am cruising into eternal life. Christians need to realize we are already living Eternal Life….we just haven’t stepped over yet.
How are you living your eternal life now? Are you ashamed to tell others what Jesus has done for you? I will tell anyone that He made a Message out of my mess, a Testimony out of my tests, and I am living each day as if it was my last. Because we don’t know when it just might be the last day we live on this earth!!

Don’t be afraid of life!

Deliska Bradley

8/31/2013