Another Week Down

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

The time keeps flying by. The hours tick. The days pass. The weeks have become months.

I am still fighting.

Received some delightfully surprising news this week.

Kev and Hailey are coming for a second visit this year the end of November. Though the week after Thanksgiving, it will be a combination Thanksgiving and birthday get-together. Kev will turn 28 on the 29th of November.

More good news is that Dave, Anna and my beautiful granddaughters – Dylan, Alaina and Amelia – will also be down.

Sure makes this Dad and Grandpa filled with appreciation and love.

Mom, affectionately called by Dave and Kev, “G” and “GG” for the grandkids, put it altogether. She spearheaded the drive.

Nurse Tabitha and Home Aide Bambi will by to see me a little bit. 

That’s the way it is this last day of the week in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Friday going?

March 2009 visiting friends in Danville, Illinois. Yep, that’s my Frankie, rest in peace, lying on my lap.

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Mark

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.