Making Best of the Worst

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
To steal an opening line, these are the best of times. These are the worst of times.
And so I must get busy making lemonade out of these lemons.
Although it is a beautiful, chilly day across the Cornfield, inside Mark’s Den, as I do every day, I am struggling.One moment I am fine. The next I am gasping and zapped of strength.
Such is life.
I listen to and watch the news. It all is so much making hay about issues and concerns on items of little to no consequence. Yet the media, politicians, talking heads turn splinters into 2×4’s.
The things which really matter seem to be placed deep into the back of the closet. If we don’t talk about love, life, family, true values, honesty, fortitude and such, these do not exist. Sort of like saying God is dead makes Him non-existent. 
To steal yet another phrase, this too shall pass.
What remains is what matters.
That’s the way it is this third Tuesday in August.
And how is your day going?
My Kung Ku fighters: Anna, Dylan, Dave

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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.