Mother’s Not Happy!

Mother Nature is off her meds. As the saying goes, when Mother’s not happy, ain’t nobody happy. Believe me, nobody’s happy.

Have any doubts?

Check out how schizophrenic the weather has been. Look at the deadly flu epidemic that is not relenting. See how many people are being impacted with an array of medical concerns, especially those of us with respiratory issues.

SAD (seasonal affective disorder) is running rampant. The blues are the bluest I have seen in years.

And this is only Monday!

The pain! The pain! The pain!

Sorry about hijacking your notable lines, Tattoo.

The pain does not want to back away, but become more acute at various moments. Once more I have put out the fleece and requested prayers. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™ย 

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Today’s Thought: The Mouth


Today’s high is about 20 degrees colder than Sunday’s. And, sadly, sow is being thrown around in forecasts. They are saying the new month starting this weekend could drop 1-3 inches on the Cornfield.

That’s the way it is this first day of a new week in Mark’s Den.

And how is your week getting under way?

Christmas 2009 at Dave’s and Anna’s in Indianapolis: Dylan, Mom (Grandma) and Jackalee

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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.