Changed Plan

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

It is said that the best laid plans can go awry. So it is with the plan I had put together for today.

When I woke around 7:30, I immediately faced one of the worst mornings I have had in awhile. The pain and pressure was intense in my chest. I managed eventually to get my breathing difficulty eased.

With Chooey in tow, I drove across the street to the bank. There was a detour to take Chooey for a ride instead of a direct crossing the street. Once I had withdrawn my bill-paying cash, we crossed the highway to the gas station.

The local power company was working on the electric  lines. The gas pumps were not working. Unable to get fuel, I had to return home.

My plan to load my debit card and drive to Terre Haute to pick up my meds for the  month had to be shelved. Thankfully, Dad and Susie were on standby to assist.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Thursday going?

Dad (Grandpa Ivy) with grandsons: Phil Jr., Jeremy and Kev 1993

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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.