Cannon Fire

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Feels like someone has turned my brain into an artillery testing field today.  Explosion after explosion within the cerebral synapses has me writhing (figuratively) in pain and anxiety on this chilly, but sunny Tuesday.

The cluster headaches are proving their dominance on my system. In fact, breathing has not been an issue this morning. I can’t get passed the banging and throbbing inside my head.

I will try to pull me together.

Between fighting with Horton’s Syndrome and trying to keep from falling back to sleep, I have my hands full today.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your last day of October, 2017 going?

Christmas dinner, 2009, at Dave and Anna’s in Indianapolis

Rainy Monday Start

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

For years I have lamented along with the Carpenters that, “Rainy Days and Mondays and Mondays always get me down.”

So it is as these last two days of October roll out.

Compounding the weather is the national madness that will play out Saturday night/Sunday morning when most of the country will roll their clocks back an hour as the nation says goodbye to Daylight Saving Time until March.

After waking at 4 a.m. (getting back to normal of nearly 40 years), I fell asleep after my first nebulizer treatment at 10 a.m. I did not wake until shortly after noon.


While I am managing as long as I dose with Roxanol every two hours, this has been a difficult start. I put part of the blame on the weather.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your week beginning?

Generations: Great-Grandpa Ivy, Grandpa Ivy, Daddy Dave,Dylan

Sunday Golden Text: The Light

He that saith he is in the light, and hateth his brother, is in darkness even until now.

He that loveth his brother abideth in the light, and there is none occasion of stumbling in him.

But he that hateth his brother is in darkness, and walketh in darkness, and knoweth not whither he goeth, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes.

– 1 John 1:9-11

Two Nights Counting

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

For the second night in a row, I was able to sleep in my bed last night. I must have slept wrong as I was awake when the 4 o’clock hour rolled around. When I tried to get up for my morning constitutional, I nearly screamed. A crick in my neck was the price for the comfy night’s rest.

Back to the bedroom to take a dose of Roxanol to function, I also put on my clothes. Once dressed, I turned on the coffee maker as I went to the living room. The timer was set for 6 a.m.

Once the coffee was ready, I got in a couple of sips. I messaged the family my daily alert of love, letting them know I was still among the living.

Two hours later I woke back up. Now even as i am typing, I am doing my best to keep from falling back to sleep.

While I have been penning my thoughts, the cable went out briefly, disrupting the news on the television as well as forcing me to rewrite my entry, having lost my internet connection.

A much warmer night last night. But another front is moving through the Cornfield this morning. The rain started falling within the last half of an hour.

Mercury readings will be lower today and the next week. There are several days when below freezing weather will be the norm.

A nurse practitioner from Heart to Heart will be this evening to certify whether I am eligible to remain on hospice for another six months.

With the current six months until my demise nearing its end point on November 9, a new diagnosis that I am liable to pass on any time within the next six months must be determined.

Nothing better than being told yet again I am on my last legs!!!

That’s the way it is as the week comes to an end.

And how is your Friday going?

Notice our shirts – all the same! Mom used a pattern from either a Sears & Roebuck or JC Penny catalog to cut the fabric and sew the shirts herself for us to wear.

Happy Birthday, Lynn!

Tomorrow, my brother, Lynn, turns 61.

Lynn was born a short 22 months after my arrival in Charleston, West Virginia. Dad was pastor at the Church of God in St. Albans at the time.

As with most siblings, Lynn and I have had our ups and downs. But one thing that has been constant is that we are brothers and love each other.

Here is a slight pictorial of Lynn in honor of his birthday:

Newborn Lyndale Ray Ivy

Mom (Sharon) showing off Lynn to the world

Lynn Getting Bigger

Posed with my new little brother

Our first boxing match – Lynn was not happy

Look at that smile

Lynn posing on the bleachers

Wishing Lynn all the best of this his day. May he have a day of joy and love. May peace be his.

Did It!

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Pushing my limits, last night I did something I have not done in over a month. I slept in my bed!

That’s right, rather than staying chained to my recliner, last night I made my way to my bedroom. For the first time in over a month I enjoyed the comfort of my bed.

With only about half a month left in this six month since the doc said I very likely would pass away within six months, I am getting stronger. Yes, that is part of my nightly prayer that God heal me and make me stronger.

Faith is unabated.

Even as the suffering patriarch Job said, “though God slay me, yet will I serve Him!’

Woke this morning to the first frost of the season. Check out this tribute to a Cornfield frost:

For the 1st Cornfield Frost

That’s the way it is this chilly morning.

And how is your Thursday going?

From Christmas, 2003, at Phil and Brenda’s: Chance, Kev and Johnathan

For the 1st Cornfield Frost

From the Cornfield’s most famous poet, nicknamed with love and respect, The Hoosier Poet, comes this tribute for tonight’s frosty mercury readings falling to around the freezing point.

When the Frost is on the Punkin

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! …
I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me
I’d want to ’commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Chill Begins to Settle

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Looking like those summer days are beyond fleeting as the mercury settles into more seasonable autumn weather. A frost warning was issued in the Cornfield last night for this morning.

Dad came into town last night to turn my heat on. There is forecast a quick, warming, but then a settling back to the much cooler weather.

I am now regularly staying on a two-hour schedule with the Roxanol. It does appear to be working, allowing me to function nearly normal. I don’t like it, but seems i have little other choice.

Such is life.

More rain coming in this weekend. Just what I and others like me need!

Managed to sleep until 8 That is so much better than yesterday when I roused from slumber at 5 a.m.

Another day to maintain. That’s the goal these times. 

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Wednesday going?

Dugger, IN, August, 2009, Frankie and Mystique sitting on Daddy’s lap.

Sleep In

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Short and sweet today, friends.

My eyes did not open until 10 o’clock!

No clue as to why my body decide to sleep in today. Could be weather or perhaps the Lorazepam doing a number on me.

Made a decision – the Blue Beast is definitely going on the salvage block. I will not be driving any more. Save my money each month from not paying insurance and use for whatever. T

hat’s the way it is as I continue to pull myself together on this Tuesday.

And how is you second day of the week going?

Mom’s backyard, October, 2009, campfire and cornhole!

And the Rain Falls

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Most of Sunday was a waiting game for rain storms to the west to make the trek out of Missouri, across Illinois and into the Cornfield. When the rain began it kept up through the overnight hours and continues to fall this morning.

There is little sign of let up soon.

What is strange is that yesterday, with a front moving in, I was able to function fairly well. It almost was like a few months ago when I could go about my business and do for myself.

So far this morning, the same. Perhaps it’s the Cipro, which I have been on since Saturday. Yes, I am back on an antibiotic.

Perhaps God has stepped in to strengthen me.

Perhaps God is giving me more time.

Perhaps God is sending the message, it is He who appoints the time when my work on Earth is complete – not a doctor’s pronouncement.


I have decided to give up the Blue Beast. I do not believe I will be back behind the wheel any time in the foreseeable future.

So why not get the money from a salvage yard and save the money going out each month for insurance?

The Blue Beast sits in front of Mark’s Den gathering dust to be washed away by the rains and later on the snow.

That’s the way it is this rainy day Monday after waking at 5 a.m.

And how is your first of the week beginning?

From July,2014