Kickin’ and Screamin’

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Howdy folk, on this turning colder Tuesday after a night of rain drenching the Cornfield.

As many of you know, it has been rather touch and go for the past two or three weeks. Today, so far, is one of the best days I have had in what seems forever.

Let it be known:

I am kickin’ and screamin’ and not giving up yet!

These ups and downs are the norm, which I have to acclimate myself to experiencing. My body is literally wearing down from fighting the deluge of respiratory infections which have plagued me for what has been six years now, beginning in September, 2011.

Keep me in your thoughts and prayers. Please, deal with my tortured cries at times and howls of jubilation at other times.

Yes, I am still a politics junkie, though I also see the vanity in it all. To that end I have set up a new anonymous, unscientific Cornfield Poll, ashing what to do with what we know now about President Donald Trump.

Please visit and choice one of the two options:

Cornfield Polls: What to Do with President Trump?

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your 20th day until Christmas?

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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.