Adventurous Excursion

 

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

What is routine and carried out matter-of-fact for most people will be rather adventurous for me today. For only the second time since my prognosis and being placed on hospice in May, I will be venturing out of Mark’s Den and out of town.

My first trip from the Den was a few months back. At that time, Mom and Bill took me to lunch in nearby Jasonville, a scant six miles away. I was able to enjoy the outing without aid of a wheelchair or walker. I did, of course, have to rely on my portable air canister. I did pay for the trip the following couple of days.

Today will be more taxing. Bill will be rolling me across the street to the barbershop for a haircut I sorely need. Following that, Bill and Mom will load me into the car for a trip to Terre Haute, some 25 – 30 miles to the northwest for my annual urology check-up.

Following the doctor’s appointment, we plan to go to Golden Corral to eat. Next stop on the way home is the Wal-Mart pharmacy for my flu shot. Finally back home to Chooey.

For today, we are talking several hours. For today, my wheelchair will be necessary. For today, instead of one air tank, I will be taking a spare tank as well.

Keep me in your prayers today that all goes well.

That’s the way it is this second day of the week.

And how is your Tuesday going?

Last year, 2016, at Leticia’s: Bill, Chad’s Dad, Me and Mom

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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.