Misery, Where’s the Company?

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
So it goes that misery loves company. For the last week and especially over the weekend, I have been increasingly miserable.
Chooey is bouncing back with the dose of antibiotic twice each day mixed with his food.
But not me!
The rainy weather, though cooler, has been a major drain on me. There is no respite on the horizon.
For sure Mom, Bill, Dad and Susie have been great about checking in on me. They bring me treats, eats, sweets and do a few chores. 
I am blessed.
My neighbors a street over, Vikki, John and Henry, come to my aid any time I text or message.
I am blessed.
MY neighbors here on the backside of Stonebrook: Jeff, Troy and Carol, Amber and Chad, have been good to check on me and help out with Chooey from time to time.
I am blessed.
But seems there is no company to ease the misery which has gripped me like a snapping turtle waiting for a clap of thunder.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den as another week begins.
And how is your Monday going?
Euchre time! Bill, Nephew Jaron, Mom (Grandma) and Nephew Chance

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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.