Just When I Thought…

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Part of what makes life so lively and worth living is that you never know what is around the next bend or the next mile down the road. So it is this wet Friday morning in October.
Last night I learned my most recent ex was arrested on a charge of theft, after it was revealed in the local paper.
This morning for the world to see on Facebook was an invitation for everyone to come and celebrate my ex’s marriage. no location was listed, but we are all invited to the wedding.
I wish them both the best.
The weather continues to impact my ability to wage the good fight with my own body.
But- keep fighting.
Chooey continues to mend.
That’s the way it is this end of the week in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Friday going?
What a trio! Great-granddaughter Dylan, Great-Grandma Hollifield, Granddaughter Jackalee at Dave and Anna’s in Indianapolis, 2009

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Welcome, 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 pulmonologist gave me six months or less to live as a result of COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) caused by histoplasmosis, described below. 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.