Another Week Falls

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

The weeks keep falling.

I am still here.

Strength is building.

Two weeks since Iohn left.

Two weeks I have adapted.

Two weeks Mom, Dad, Susie and Bill have taken up the slack.

This afternoon they are coming out with an alert button for emergencies thanks to the Area 7 Council on Aging. Hoping the alert will work with either my VOIP phone line or cell phone. I do not have a land line.

The frozen meals I received are filling, nutritious and scrumptious. I have been pleasantly surprised. I do need assistance in hiring someone to clean and help out. Hailey and Kev set this up to provide assistance: 

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Friday going?

Chance being silly.

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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.