Ugh! 10 O’Clock?

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Tell me it ain’t so!
Alas, reality stared me in the face.
Clearly the time was 10 a.m. I was just waking to a soggy day in the Cornfield.
Strikingly obvious was I was not capable of pouring a cup of coffee.
I was figuratively chained to my recliner until 2 in the afternoon before I had my first sip of morning brew.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Wednesday going?
Playing the organ at Mom’s.

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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.