Rain Begone!

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Yes, I know area farmers need the rain in the final days as harvest is nearing.
For people with respiratory issues like me, however, the rain cause big stress, pain and impacts our ability to breathe and function.
Such is life.
Chooey is doing much better today. He still hates it when I have to give him his antibiotic or spray his infected ear, but he is recovering very well. Like a broken record, skipping and sputtering,
my day began with difficulty. At this hour, not much has improved.
Such is life.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Thursday going?
Christmas 2003 Dad (Grandpa Ivy) and Kevin at Phil and Brenda’s house.

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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.