I Am Blessed

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Had anyone told me a couple of months ago I would be here posting, looking out my front door as Chooey keeps tabs on me on this 12th day of December, 2017, I would have questioned their sanity or at least thought they were being overly optimistic.

Yet – here I am.

So sunny, so bright, so beautiful, but that all belies the reality of how frigid it is outside today. Winter may not have arrived officially, but winter is here.

I am sitting here patiently waiting for those private messages or emails of memories of you and me to upload to:


Come on people, you too Bonnie, get that memory to me so I can post it for all to see and read!

Other than depression, I have been faring well the past few days. This is so radically opposite of where I was last week.

My lunch, which Mom brought yesterday, is getting cold. I better grab it from the microwave and eat.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Tuesday going?

From 2013…how things have changed.

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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.