Feeling More Secure

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Joe with Guardian Medical Monitoring arrived Monday morning, while Mom and Bill finished cleaning and rearranging Mark’s Den, to set up the alert and fall detection system.

What a relief to know help is now only a push away.

Around my neck now I have the button to push if at any time I need emergency assistance – medical and otherwise. The device also “learns” my habits and movements.

This surely cannot be summer!

The last week of July and the first of August has been more like October weather as the mercury has plunged well below normal. Sadly the weatherman says it will not last.

I went to bed around 2 a.m. I stumbled out of bed when I thought it was surely no earlier that 6 o’clock. Imagine my surprise when I went in the kitchen to not find the coffee ready.

Then I saw the time: 5:05.

Surely, my body will catch the three-hour nap. Most likely later this afternoon I will fall blissfully asleep in my recliner.

That’s the way it is for me.

And how is your Tuesday going?

Phil Jr. (one of the twins on his lap), Bill Kev and Jeremy playing euchre.

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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.