Why, Chooey? Why?

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

It is 5:20 in the morning.

Why are you waking me up, Chooey?

Why, Chooey?

Why?

Can’t you let me sleep at least another hour?

Chooey was not having it. He was awake and wanted Daddy awake as well.

After I turned on my coffee and dressed for the day, I wandered into the living room. Turned on the television to CNN to catch up on the news.

What does Chooey do?

He crawls up into the recliner with me. Chooey curls into a ball and goes back to sleep.

The coffee has percolated. I pour a cup and move over to the computer. Chooey hops out of the recliner, onto my lap. He makes his way to my right side and behind my back. Chooey stretches out behind me. Soon my little buddy is in Sand Land sleeping peacefully. Meanwhile, I am awake, wishing I was back in bed.

Such is life in Mark’s Den as another week begins.

That’s the way it is for me.

And how is your Monday going?

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Mark

I am Mark Ivy, a born and bred Hoosier.
I am father to two wonderful sons, Dave and Kev, of whom I am very proud;
two terrific daughters-in-law, Anna and Hailey; three beautiful granddaughters, Dylan, Alaina and Amelia.

On May 9, 2017, my lung specialist hit me with the news I had maybe six months to live if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), the damage caused by the histoplasmosis described below, ran its normal course. I am now on hospice at home. Content and ready to cross over the river to the other side.

On September 2, 2014, I was diagnosed with disseminated histoplasmosis, a fungal infection, discovered by a biopsy of my larynx.
The infection is fatal if left untreated. For 2 1/2 years I lived under a death sentence being misdiagnosed
with a non-specific bacterial infection which left my right lung a “dried up sponge” and non-functioning.
I was aggressively treated for the infection with antifungals.
The treatment ended October of 2015 and fortunately did not take two years.

I suffer from chronic Horton’s Syndrome. The effects vary widely causing various problems.
Statistically, Horton’s affects only 0.1% of the population. Major depression also attacks me regularly.