Shattered Tranquility

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

This beautiful Hump Day morning in the Cornfield found tranquility shattered as the news and views of a shooting in Alexandria, Virginia at a baseball practice for Congressional Republicans ahead of tomorrow night’s charity game against Congressional Democrats when a gunman from Illinois opened fire shooting four, including the House Republican Whip Steve Scalise.

What began like any other day turned into outrage and horror. Kev and Hailey made the flight back to Austin, Texas without incident on Tuesday. I am sure this made Frye very happy.

Kev and Hailey’s fur baby Frye on Kev’s lap.

As the report on CNN played in the background, Mom stopped by with leftovers from Sunday. She brought chicken and noodles and more macaroni salad. My great-nephew, Chevy, son of Chance, came with Mom for the visit.

In case you are wondering about the eats at the Ivy Sprouts Gathering, have a gandering. Realize this is not all we had.

Some of the Sprout food at Sunday’s gathering. And it was delicious!


That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Wednesday 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.