Miss Me?

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Yes, I  know I have been derelict in my posting today. I do have a reason.

I would say an excuse, but you do know what an excuse is, don’t you?

An excuse is a has-been (ex) wrapped around a pack of lies (spew).

Like that one?

I was feeling so much better yesterday thanks to prayers and the antibiotic, I moved around too much and talked too much yesterday. I wore myself out.

This led to sleeping until 11 o’clock this morning!

Today, I have felt even better. I learned my lesson. I have taken greater care today to not overdo it.

Have a request for everyone. I am not asking this morbidly, but rather, let’s say, as a pre-memorial memorial.

Anyone who wants to share an image with a memory of me with you or just a story that relates to the two of us, please post it at


I will open the site for anyone to share. However,the post, the memory will be held for my approval first to keep out spammers. In addition to post, simply register. Again I will delete any registration that are bogus.

I will NOT edit your sharing.

Don’t want to register?

Email or private message me your memory and I will do it for you!


From Mark’s Den in the Cornfield, thinking of you all.

And how is your midweek going?

Frankie (RIP) and Gizmo (RIP) taking care of Daddy

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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.

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