Manna from Heaven

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Today is the day I will be blessed.

While the Children of Israel wandered in the Wilderness for 40 years, each day manna fell from the skies to sustain God’s Chosen People. Likewise today, I am slated to receive my first shipment of frozen dinners at no charge to me.

I am not sure if it will be a one-month or three-month supply. I am allocated five meals per week.

Thank you, dear God.

Last evening was one which slammed me to the ground. Not sure if it was the rain, the humidity or what, but my ability to function was greatly impaired.

Today is not much better.

Received a call the other day to schedule an appointment to  receive an emergency signal device. We have been playing phone tag.

Such is life.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Wednesday going?

How I miss my boys: Gizmo (left), Frankie (right)

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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.