The weight that spans my shoulders weighs heavy upon my heart. In a series of almost comedic events my life went from that of hope, peacefulness and routines, to one of chaos, hopelessness and fear. I could have avoided all of this if only my building management had informed me immediately of the non-payment of my rent. By their delaying me notice until late September, I had then accumulated August,September and October's payment all at once. An impossibility considering my income. And now I am mere days away from losing all my material possessions and the psychological trauma of being homeless with a thirteen year old son. I have tried all the various resources to no avail. I am a victim of that social services hole between disability and pension. Too young to be old and too old to be young. Soon I must face the surgeon's scalpel. Not once, but at the least twice. A kidney removal and gall bladder. I am not ...
Allow me to take you on a journey within these pages. May you find the essence that is me – may I guide you through the tunnels of my thoughts and bath you in the radiant glow of my opinion. "Walk With Dann" through the expanse of his mind and his battle with late State 4 – "Terminal" oro-Pharyngeal Cancer and late Stage 4 – "Terminal" Squamous Cell Carcinoma Many ask me why l write. I write my books for me. I tell my stories for my readers.