Dream House Nostalgia

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

The nostalgia, longing for what for a short time was reality, creeped in last night as I was watching television. This morning that nostalgia is still much on my mind.

Last summer I was living in the Desert. Last summer God had opened the door through support from some great online friends from the iReport community for me to be living in what I called then my dream house.

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Today, I am back in the Cornfield in an apartment at Stonebrook of Hymera.


But I long for the dream house in the Desert.

Such is life.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Friday going?

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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.