Roll On!

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Roll on down the highway of life.

When you get to a fork in the road take it.

When there are curves, lean in and accelerate.

Practice the California roll when stop signs and lights impede your progress.

Never stop.

Take it to the limit.

As the hands on the clock spin,  as the world turns, I am not vegetating, waiting for the appointed time.

Another week lies ahead.

The pages are blank, ready for words or art to be applied.

So it is in Mark’s Den at this start of the week.

And how is your Monday going?

The annual Hymera Seafood Festival is this next weekend. This is Dad and Susie on a float in previous year’s Seafood Festival Parade, picking, grinning and singing.

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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.