Terrific Tuesday Outlook

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

Mild weather.

Sunshine.

Blue skies.

The outlook is terrific for this Tuesday.

What could possibly go wrong?

If you have my history, then you know that the brightest of days can suddenly go dark on the spin of a dime.

I have my moments which come out of nowhere. Last night was one of those when the depression swept in hard and heavy.

As I look out the door at the beauty of this second day of the week, I am still fending off the depressive clouds that linger Inside My Mind.

Such is life.

Chooey and I chowed down on baked potato and hamburger steak last night. This evening it will be hot dogs and fried potatoes with onion. I am thinking of doing up chicken and noodles either tomorrow or over the weekend.

Failed to mention that I was able to accept an invitation from Mom on Sunday for dinner. Several of her and Bill’s friends were there as well as my sister, Leticia, and husband, Chad. It was nice to get out of the house.

And yes, I took home a doggy bag as well.

Nice surprise in the mail the other day.

I received a bookmark with some inspiring words from Teddy Roosevelt from one of my angels on the Atlantic Seaboard. Online friend, Linda Glovach (a wonderful, published author), sent it to me.

It could not have come at a more opportune time.

Thanks, Linda!

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Tuesday 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.