Saturday Reflection

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Tomorrow may be officially Father’s Day, but for me, last Sunday was Father’s Day.

I had both of my sons in the same room at the same time along with my own Dad as well as Mom and my daughters-in-law and granddaughters.  I could not have asked for a better day.

These days such simple things mean so much. o today with thunderstorms threatening as well as tomorrow, I am counting my blessings and thanking God for yet another day on this Earth.

From 2005 or 2006, Kev, Dave and I at Christmas time in Indianapolis.

Has it really been over 10 years? Kev, Dave and Dad (Mark)

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Saturday 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.