The Sixth Month

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Perhaps it is indicative that I am having trouble keeping my eyes open this morning when considering this is the sixth month. 
Back on May 9, 2017, my pulmonologist, Dr. Ajay Deshpande, gave me the word. If the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) progressed as expected, I would die within six months.
Today, I am stronger than I was then.
My spirit burns brighter than it was then.
But, this is the sixth month.
My love, prayers and thoughts go out to the victims and their families impacted by the tragic mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nevada.
For the victims: 

Sunday Golden Text – Fear Not

That’s the way it is as I wait on home aide Bambi.
And how is your Monday going?
From my Desert summer 2015 in Laughlin, Nevada

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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.