Opinions and Thoughts of LightHouse Dann Verner - Just as he is!

  Knowing damn well that she hasn’t the ability to answer a simple question, you nimrods voted Chow in. She Struggles to answer the simplest of questions let alone come up with solutions. You are more than likely the same Nimrods who voted for Ford because his brother was controversial. Or for Trudeau because he has nice hair. Ford and Chow can build 100 thousand homes. It will not help one single homeless person. Think about it  … think some more … figured it out? It’s simple. If a homeless person could afford to obtain a mortgage and down payment to  buy a house, would they be “ homeless ? What we need is for the city and the province to donate all of their vacant, deteriorating properties to organizations such as ‘ The Neighborhood Group’, ‘Habitat for Humanity ‘, or any such organization. These organizations have been attempting to obtain these properties for years. Making little headway as the buildings deteriorate further. There are numerous agencies that are willing to develope

            "There is no ‘Light’ in my eyes." The above picture was taken 5 years ago. I had just gotten off of life support. (Again!). My spleen had literally exploded. For no apparent reason. Adding to the trauma, I had begun the experimental radical radiation treatments for my cancers. I would endure 80 sessions in 20 days .2 back to back sessions every morning and 2 six hours later. Nonstop for 20 days. I was struggling mentally and physically. Look at my eyes, they have no emotion. The exploding spleen took it’s toll on my body. I bled out, needed 16 units of blood, dropped dead, was resuscitated and dependent upon life support for the tenth time and the battle for my life was beginning to become a tough road. And look at me now 5 years later, still standing,  still battling cancer,  a couple of years back I died one more time, making that 11 times, resuscitation, life support, the advanced osteoporosis and all my other ailments and issues. I am at peace with the pain an

  Life is black and white. What is, simply is. What will be, will be. Reality is real, in the truest sense. Living resides in the lighter shades of pale. Blended into the shadowy gray areas of darkness. Each moment of breath dissipates into the brilliance of the ‘ White ‘ or hidden in the murkiness of the ‘ Black ‘. We are born with a blind ambition to seek our journey’s pathway through the foggy mists of each new dawn’s glistening dew. The events of existence create a  kaleidoscope of Pixie colours so brilliant. And stark glares of Darkness’ brilliant flares. Colours bright, good ying and bad yang, blending to become black, colours none. Becoming monochromatic memories. All colours lost to thee. Black and white realities of days of futures past and promises of life’s last lust. Imprisoned within the black Darkness lay our sorrows, our trespasses, our regrets so many, our tears shed true, our daily strifes, our lies told true, our memories best forgotten, our hurts, too. Obscured benea

  January 2019 This picture was taken five years ago. I had just begun a 33 week stay in Princess Margaret Cancer Center. The first of many stays. I looked so old. As the song says, “I was so much older then. I’m younger th an that now.” To think of all I have survived since then just blows my mind. Look at this next picture. Taken a few weeks after my spleen literally exploded. Causing me to bleed out, be resuscitated and spend yet another spell on life support  (yes, again! ) The battle was catching up to me. The two cancers, losing my gallbladder, my lymph nodes, my hearing, my teeth, the use of a kidney, a part of my bowel and the numerous other afflictions that challenged my will to survive tested me to my limits and beyond. Not to mention the abdominal abscess that led to my dropping out, being resuscitated, then being on life support (again!).  I had an enormous abscess growing within and it almost took my life. Thankfully, it began to surface at my gastrointestinal feeding tube

We all have horror stories regarding experiences with various healthcare professionals and institutions. Majority of the time, inappropriate care received or some other type of medical interaction gets resolved in an appropriate manner. This does not serve as a deterrent or to aid in the prevention of a recurrence of such episodes. Due to my having more medical appointments and procedures than most people I have an inside and an outside understanding of system as a whole. I have been victim to Emergency Room abuse, neglect and rudeness. On numerous occasions I have witnessed the failure of the system. But, the topic I wish to speak about today is the gap in the care of the disabled and seniors. The fact that we categorize seniors and disabled in the same group is a sad portrait of how we are treating “ the lost ones “. The ones we prefer not to discuss. Specifically,  the lack of follow-up care and assistance post release from a hospital stay. I’m going to use my neighbour, whose name