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Diagnosis: Cancer In The Neck And Head

So,since June, 2018 my throat increasingly grew more irritated and sore to the point I could no longer stand it.

On October 22, 2018 I saw an ENT specialist.

Diagnosis: cancer in my neck and head.

I fought the Big C demon twice before in my life.

1999 till 2002 I battled liver cancer. I was scared.

I just had my neck re-built. A result of thirty years of demolition, building and a very rough lifestyle. Followed by many motorcycle accidents and an industrial accident.

They did a complete dissection of my C2, C3, C5 & C6 vertebrae. Replacing them with bone donated from my right hip and Semple plates, screws, nuts & bolts.

And then the Creators slapped me with liver cancer.

Yet, I beat that Beast.

In 2005, the Beast demanded a re-match. This time it was gnawing on my bones.

Chewing up the hip I had donated bone from for the previous neck surgery.

Then attacking my few remaining teeth. Leaving me with six remaining.

As if not enough, it then chewed up my right foot resulting in it, too, needing to be completely re-built.

So, I beat that damn Beast again.

Now fast forward to present day…..

What I had hoped was merely a “sore” throat has turned out to be a collection of cancerous tumors on my tonsils, adenoids, lymph nodes and migrating towards my brain.

As I write this I am awaiting a CT scan and a following surgery. It shall hopefully be within the next two weeks.

They will be removing the afore mentioned parts and perhaps more – including my thyroid.

This does not trouble me. That would be the migration of tumors working their way towards my brain.

I like my brain. It’s iconic and extremely unique. Plus, we are very attached. Been together since my birth.

I only weight one hundred pounds with my clothes on. I jokingly say that my body is built like a rock band, “Nine Inch Nails” – for that is the size of my biceps.

It took 61 years to break this body.

You could go to the gym everyday and never be built like me.

I can barely eat. My esophagus is being pinched closed by the swelling organs and tumors within my throat.

My head aches beyond the pain of a severe migraine. I shed tears and find myself whimpering when I have solitary solitude. My nights are long.

I refused chemotherapy and radiation. It would definitely kill me if I were to attempt it

So, I will beat this damn Beast one more time.

I have to. My sons need me, I need them.

Mi fuego de mi Alma, mi Reina de mi Corazon would be broken hearted if the Beast should win.

I love her beyond love. I cannot allow her to suffer a broken heart. What type of person would break their closest love’s heart?

You can feel our love emanating from us in this picture.

I CANNOT LET MY BODY SUCCUMB TO THE RAVAGES OF CANCER!

HOW COULD I BREAK MY FAMILY AND LOVED ONE’S HEARTS?

And also, my other dearest loves. My constant companions, Princess Pringle and her sister, Princess Ruffles. They would surely fall I’ll in sorrow.

Sooooooo, I have a battle ahead of me. I am ready.

I have love from so many people – my kids, my ex-wife, my soulmate Maria, my very close nephews and true friends

I will beat this Demon.

It is just going to hurt.

Lol

But, she will be by my side. And I will receive healing from her love.

I am afraid, but I am also brave.

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Why Are We Worshipping Performers and Athletes????

Ummmm, why does anyone bother to speak to Kanye West?

Kanye when he dresses himself

He’s as stupid as a crackhead and married to a media whore.

KARDASHIAN POOL PARTY

Society is so out of line with reality.

We have placed sports and entertainment on a higher pedestal than our over five thousand various “gods” we worship here on Earth.

We treat athletes like demi-gods.

Yet, who praises and honours our nurses, doctors, emergency responders?

True Heroes

They are only praised when it is news worthy.

Would West run into a burning building? Whoa, that may be a trick question because he is crazy.

These are heroes worth praising

Would Drake don scuba gear and search a river bottom for a lost soul?

Would, what’s his name, Le bra Brains, or maybe it’s LeBron something, would he remove the remains of a severe crash victim so the family had closure?

It’s a “game” – a game of overpriced tickets to pay outrageous contracts to athletes

Y’all need to focus your energy on better role models – perhaps the doctors and nurses in our hosptals, or our EMS workers.

PEOPLE – PERFORMERS AND ATHLETES ARE NOT GODS.

Wow, it’s been 19 years since I died the first time

Nineteen years ago tomorrow, March the fifth, 1999 was the first time I died.

I had surgery to remove my C2, C3 and C5 & C6 vertebrae and replace them with pieces of my hip and lots of hardware.

I died during the surgery and they had a very hard time getting me back.

My life changed that day.

It was the catalyst to ending my 32 years of marriage.

It ended my career as an electrician.

It was 19 years of pain.

Yet I remain, Dann, Just as I am

HAPPINESS IS A PLACE

Happines is a place. A physical location.

Whether it’s your secret spot by the ocean or your comfy corner chair.

Happiness is where you find your peace.

Mine is sitting anywhere with my dogs. My precious Pringles and Ruffles.

Canines are “people whisperer’s”.

Think about that …..

Winter Cabin Fever

I get very restless in the winter. The sitting day after day wishing I were younger than my sixty years and capable of handling the cold is taking it’s toll on me.

I try to go out. I really do. Every trip ends in pain. The cold somehow aggravates my spinal cord damage from when I shattered my neck in 1999.

I didn’t do it partying with Prince, or the guy formally known as such. It was the result of 600 volts blowing me off a twenty foot high ladder and as I was having a heart attack I slammed onto the concrete below head first.

As soon as the cold grips me my left leg disappears, my right hip ceases to function and the tremors start. Every piece of titanium and surgical steel immediately freeze.

From the plate in my head to the Semple plates and rods in my neck cascading like cold fire down to my reconstructed right hand and settling in my right hip replacement with the residue trickling down to my rebuilt and destroyed right foot.

Sitting here day after day thinking, “Lords, I have a lot of metal in my body.

Add to this the nine surgical procedures in the last year to remove part of my liver and repair my kidneys and rip out my gall bladder and then I know life is all about surviving.

Maybe I truly am the bionic Hippie!!!

My acquaintances and family alike say I am a non-human, a cyborg capable of withstanding incredible pain levels.

I find that odd. Pain is just pain. Unless you drug yourself with modern day prescription medication or street drugs, you will feel pain.

I deal with pain quietly. I’m not one to whine when experiencing it. 

I meditate. I write. I clean my residence. In warm months I walk.

But, now I’m plagued with being unable to walk most days. And this is a demon I cannot conquer as it is stronger than I.

Now I am a prisoner of the weather. A hostage of nature’s temper.

My father could barely walk the last ten years of his life. The same curse many of my relatives have experienced. 

I will NEVER give in or up to losing my legs. I will follow Bran of Vikings fame and build braces if I must. Never will my cute little ass sit on a bingo cart or ebike.

Cabin Fever has it’s good points though. For twenty years I have been ‘starting’ novels but never finishing them.

I’m finishing them now.

Because I have cabin fever.

NOW YOU KNOW

Stress is killing me. Literally.

Those who know me understand why I say this.

Medically, since November 11th, 2016,  I have battled through nine kidney surgical procedures. Including one that became infected and resulted with damaging my heart.

My first Laparoscopic Surgery

My heart has been iffy since an electrical accident in 1989, whereas I suffered electrocution resulting in a major heart attack.

For eighteen months I suffered with pericarditis.

Then came 1999. The most tragic year of my life.

During the month of February I noticed that with every step I took I felt a “shock” up my spine.

On March the fourth it became so severe I attended the emergency department at my local hospital.

March the fifth I was in surgery having my C2, C3, c5 and C6 dissected. 

They used bone from my hip and Titanium Semple plates to re-build my neck.

I was five foot nine before the surgery and five foot seven after.

I passed away during the operation.

After a forty eight minute battle and the Blessed hands of Dr. Tek Soo I was, thankfully, revived. 

This was the first of my ‘seven‘ deaths over the coming years.

The doctors were amazed that four hours after the seventeen hour operation I was up and walking.

That was a Friday. 

Monday morning I was sitting at MY kitchen table having Morphine and coffee.

All the surgical team stated it was a miracle.

This contributed to my life falling to ruin. 

Before the surgery I was a very well paid electrician making well over a hundred and twenty thousand per year.

After, I was on disability making a year what I once made per month.

To shorten this part of the story, let me just say that by 2004 I lost my wife of thirty two years.

I was consuming, via a pain management doctor, Fentanyl patches, combined with Oxycontin and Morphine. 

I was an unwilling “Junkie“.

On August 22nd, 2002 I committed suicide. 

(Read about this in “I COMMITTED SUICIDE ONCE” … lighthousedannverner.wordpress.com)

That was death number two. 

I spent two weeks on life support.

After six years I quit all opiates, cold turkey, against medical advice.

I suffered yet another heart attack and dropped dead for a third time.

Once again waking up after many days on life support.

The only Blessing I received throughout all of this was the gift of my youngest son, Dakota. 

Dakota’s birth gave me reason to fight for life. 

Dakota

During death number four I was “INSTRUCTED” to return to the living as he needed me.

I was dropping dead so often that no family member would jokingly say to me, “Drop dead”. Cause I may just have. Joking or not.

I would die three more times during the next few years. The worst leaving me on life support for a very long six weeks.

I authored a few blogs concerning my journey to death and back.

Justified to say my stress has gradually built every since. Like an invisible cancer growing, festering within me.

I have three boys from my wife.

Randy is nine years older than Jordan who is thirteen years older than Dakota. Thus, Dakota’s oldest brother is twenty-two years older than him. Quite the age gap.

Dann, Jordan,  Randy

So, suffice to say that since that fateful day on March fifth, 1999, my life has been one stressor after another.

Now we are here in late August 2017.

Earlier this year, due to a severe mess up of my pension cheque, we lost our home.

Our lives have been a turmoil ever since.

If not for the kindness of friends, we would literally be living on the streets. LITERALLY!

Everyday is a constant struggle and each day I grow more desperate.

The greatest difficulty being how do I pay my way living in a friends home with my child and two loving sister pups, while also trying to feed us and, worst of all, save first and lasts month rent for a new home?

Pringles, Dann, Ruffles

With an income barely more than one thousand per month?

It is appearing as an impossibility.

I ask my beautiful Irish Guardian Angel, Sheena Eve, constantly to guide me to the proper path.

Sheena Eve

I seek consolation and reconciliation from my FAITH in YAHUWAH and the Blessings of my Natsarim beliefs.

Yet, my health is dwindling as I approach my sixtieth birthday this coming October the fifth. A day I pray I am Blessed enough to see.

We cannot continue to tax our friendships by overstaying in their homes. 

Dakota begins high school in two weeks and there once again lays more financial burden upon my aged weakened shoulders.

Dakota and my dogs need and deserve a home. But, I am lost as to how to obtain the necessary funds to secure such.

Blessed I am to have such loving friends who I am sure will be glad when we depart their humble abode. For without them only the Creator knows where we would have been.

Unfortunately, there lays no agencies to assist me in this terrible plight.

My family is not in the position to help.

I have been on my own since the age of twelve and my life has many stories. Some happy – most sad.

I try to stay positive and take solace in prayer.

Alas, most days I fight the demonic thoughts of depression and battle the urge to just lay down upon the floor and give into the darkness………

But, I am “LightHouse Dann Verner”  – a watchman in a modern day LightHouse. It would be a hypocrisy to fall into the darkness.

SO, I REMAIN, DANN – JUST AS I AM.

HOMELESS – SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR AND PRAYING FOR MY OWN DOOR.


THIS MAN NEEDS OUR HELP OR OUR GOVERNMENT IS GOING TO LET HIM DIE

I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY EYES WHEN I READ THIS ON MY FACEBOOK WALL!​

WE CANNOT ALLOW THIS MAN TO DIE!!!!!

People if you have any humanity in you at all PLEASE help this go VIRAL!!!!!

WRITE YOUR MP – WRITE, CALL, HARASS THE MINISTER OF HEALTH AND OUR USELESS PREMIER. 
AND KEEPCALLING, WRITING AND EMAILING EVERYONE YOU CAN!

Minister of Health – Dr. ERIC HOSKINS

http://www.health.gov.on.ca/en/common/default.aspx

PREMIER KATHLEEN WYNNE

https://correspondence.premier.gov.on.ca/EN/feedback/default.aspx

THIS IS CANADA AND WE USED TO HAVE ‘FREE‘ HEALTHCARE.
NO CANADIAN SHOULD HAVE TO DIE BECAUSE A “CANCER” TREATMENT ISN’T COVERED!!!!
ESPECIALLY WHEN GETTING A SEX CHANGE IS COVERED OR ADDICTS GET FREE METHADONE FOR LIFE. Or thousands of ‘refugees’ get immediate health care as soon as they arrive.
THIS IS A FELLOW COUNTRYMAN WHO WANTS TO FIGHT THIS DEMON CANCER AND WHO DESERVES TREATMENT AT NO COST.

TIME THESE LIBERAL BASTARDS TOOK CARE OF A CANADIAN!!!!!!

MAKES ME ILL TO SEE AND HEAR THIS OUTRAGE

“Here at Juravinski Cancer Centre in Hamilton.

 Going public with my diagnosis of inoperable terminal Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer. There is a cure for me but I need to either be accepted into a clinical trial at princess Margaret, go to Saskatoon or pay $60000 to Germany for ire/Nanoknife technology. OHIP doesn’t want to fund it here and would rather let me die.OHIP only funds chemo and other types of surgeries.My tumor is in the middle of my Pancreas wrapped around a vein leading to my liver and nerves to my spine. I am not a candidate for conventional surgery because of the tumor’s location because conventional surgery would destroy this important liver vein and nerves. Nanoknife could completely destroy my tumor without affecting this vein or the nerves.Why does OHIP want to give me a death sentence. With nanoknife technology I could either be completely cured or at least have another 5 years. 

I felt that I had to go public with this because it is not fair for OHIP to give people death sentences when there is a cure available. 

Please advocate for me!”

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE PEOPLE FLOOD THE MINISTER OF HEALTH AND THE PREMIER’S OFFICE WITH OUR OUTRAGE. 

Let us band together to help this man get this surgery. 

The Raven Told Me So

Last evening I had an encounter that may have scared me. 

I am not sure yet if it was fear or enlightenment.

As I approached my friend’s building a raven landed before me. Settling upon the hand rail leading to the entrance way.

It is unusual, to say the least, for such a majestic creature to be at ground level.  Even stranger that as I closed upon him he feared me not. 

Staring straight into my eyes as I came closer,  my heart racing in anticipation of the message he may hold within those jet black eyes.

Ravens are as old as the mountains. 

They have centuries of knowledge and wisdoms of existence. 

They also are well documented within many faiths as “messengers”.

Unfortunately, the message is often of negative origins.

Curiously, I knelt before him and placed my hand upon his head. Continuously looking deep into his centuries old eyes.

And he still fled not.

I am well aware that I received the 

spiritual essence and the task of this encounter. 

Yet, at this space/time continuum,  I know not his message.

An hour after parting Raven’s company I would be laying upon the dining room floor in a state of utter confusion.  My heart beating like the drum solo from Iron Butterfly’s “In Da Gada Da Vita”. Tears welling in my tired eyes.

“Was this my final moment?”, I asked myself.

“No, not this eve.”, replied the Raven.

“So, the message you couriered is what?”, I asked.

“You will know when you are to know.”, was his reply.

We were all “aboriginal” at some point in time. I feel my aboriginalty within my many spirits.

I know the message is deep.  I know the message is within my soul.

I feel extremely different this day for I have had a visit from the “Manyfaced God”.

And I am not afraid, for time is fleeting and madness is not in control.

No matter what happens today, tomorrow will always become.

Yet, my sons may not have my physical presence in their lives.

No matter what,  my life will not have been a mere existence.  My life was and is of a meaningful message to someone. 

I know this as truth.

“The Raven Told Me So”


TO RESET OR NOT TO RESET – MY HEART ONLY KNOWS

Well six hours till they reset my heart and they CANNOT sedate me. Fun WOW!!!!!
They are trying to prevent me from progressing from Stage C to Stage D – there is no way to go back to Stage B. They did the defibrillator last month awake and it damn well hurts and is scary.

Here’s some info …… scary situation no matter what

Stage C

Patients with Stage C heart failure have been diagnosed with heart failure and have (currently) or had (previously) signs and symptoms of the condition.

There are many possible symptoms of heart failure. The most common are:

Shortness of breath
Feeling tired (fatigue)
Less able to exercise
Weak legs
Waking up to urinate
Swollen feet, ankles, lower legs and abdomen (edema)

Stage C treatment

The usual treatment plan for patients with Stage C HF-rEF includes:

Treatments listed in Stages A and B
Beta-blocker (if you aren’t taking one) to help your heart muscle pump stronger
Aldosterone antagonist (if you aren’t taking one) if a vasodilator medicine (ACE-I, ARB or angiotensin receptor/neprilysin inhibitor combination) and beta-blocker don’t relieve your symptoms
Hydralazine/nitrate combination if other treatments don’t stop your symptoms. Patients who are African-American should take this medication (even if they are taking other vasodilator medications) if they have moderate­ to-severe symptoms.
Medications that slow the heart rate if your heart rate is faster than 70 beats per minute and you still have symptoms
Diuretic (“water pill”) may be prescribed if symptoms continue
Restrict sodium (salt) in your diet. Ask your doctor or nurse what your daily limit is.
Keep track of your weight every day. Tell your healthcare provider if you gain or lose more than 4 pounds from your “dry” weight.
Possible fluid restriction. Ask your doctor or nurse what your daily fluid limit is.
Possible cardiac resynchronization therapy (biventricular pacemaker)
Possible implantable cardiac defibrillator (lCD) therapy
If treatment causes your symptoms to get better or stop, you still need to continue treatment to slow the progression to Stage D.

Stage D and reduced E

Patients with Stage D HF-rEF have advanced symptoms that do not get better with treatment. This is the final stage of heart failure.

Stage D treatment

The usual treatment plan for patients with Stage D heart failure includes:

Treatments listed in Stages A, B and C
Evaluation for more advanced treatment options, including:
Heart transplant
Ventricular assist devices
Heart surgery
Continuous infusion of intravenous inotropic drugs
Palliative or hospice care
Research therapies
Stages C and D with preserved EF

Treatment for patients with Stage C and Stage D heart failure and reserved EF (HF-pEF) includes:

Treatments listed in Stages A and B
Medications for treatment of medical conditions that can cause heart failure or make the condition worse, such as atrial fibrillation, high blood pressure, diabetes, obesity, coronary artery disease, chronic lung disease, high cholesterol and kidney disease
Diuretic (“water pill”) to reduce or relieve symptoms

AND “YES” I AM SCARED – BUT I HAVE THE LOVE AND PRAYERS OF MY TWO QUEENS, TERRY & MARIA, WHICH GIVE ME HOPE AND MY IRISH GUARDIAN ANGEL IN HEAVEN “SHEENA EVE”.

HOPEFULLY I WILL BE ABLE TO POST THIS TIME TOMORROW – IF NOT I WILL SEE YOU ALL ON THE DARKSIDE.

TILL THEN, I REMAIN – DANN – JUST AS I AM

WATCH OVER ME AND GUIDE ME SHEENA EVE ……

A PLOY TO OBTAIN THE YOUNG VOTES

Ontario’s poor excuse of a Premier,  The Dishonorable Kathleen Wynne,  released her budget yesterday.

Everyone is excited and patting themselves on the back over “PHARMACARE”. 

I have a problem with this.

Firstly,  it is aimed at YOUTH!!!!

UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-FIVE. 

What is wrong with that?

Well, are our youth so medicated and traumatised that they need help buying their medication?  

Is it not bad enough that we have many of them already saying they need their “medicine” (medical marijuana) and are surviving on welfare or the Ontario Disability Support Program? 

BUT SECONDLY  …….

WHAT ABOUT OUR GROWING SENIOR POPULATION? 

Common sense would dictate that it is they who need the assistance. 

The younger professional welfare recipients are already covered by their drug card issued under the Social Services Act.

The elderly have to decide between food, hydro or just surviving

These damn Liberal degenerates are only BUYING the votes of our young. The Dishonorable Kathleen Wynne knows she has locked in the LGBTQRSTUVWXY & Z votes and she is praying to her god that combined with the bought young vote, she will be re-elected to finish DESTROYING  Ontario. 

Much the same as our TRAITOR Prime Minister is hoping to save his butt by getting all the potheads to re-elect him and his traitorous cabinet. 

Here is the link to CP24 News who have covered the announcement very well …… I will let you decide if I am right by saying Pharmacare should have been geared towards the senior population. 

CP24 – Ontario Budget Coverage 

Until then,I remain, Dann, just as I am.