Bright Sight

The sun reflecting off the blanket of snow covering the Cornfield this first Monday in February provides a bright sight when looking out the door of Mark’s Den. It view belies the frigid air that awaits anyone stepping outside into the 5-degree air. Snow began Sunday off and on, then came down more so overnight.

Thought I often note that this winter weather is not a friend of people, who have respiratory concerns, I woke this morning to better breathing, less pain and more ease than I have experienced in a couple of weeks.

I even managed to sleep in to the late hour of 7 a.m. today!

I have done my daily Messages and Texts as well as my tweets. I easily, for me, retrieved my morning coffee. I easily, for me, let Chooey out for his constitutional. I have completed my early morning reads and getting caught up on the news of the day.

Difficult to wrap my head around the fact that my oldest granddaughter, Dylan, will be 11 tomorrow! Seems like only a few days ago, Dylan was born.

Where has the last decade gone?

Nurse Tabitha and Aide Bambi should be around today. The maintenance man for Stonebrook of Hymera has already been out and salting the walks.

Do not forget, I am still need your response to:

A Favor

Please, don’t let me down!

If you haven’t yet, please read:

Today’s Thought: The Mouth

Give me your thoughts and perspective. If you are going through loss or know someone who is or has, check out:

When Parents Cry

From my own perspective as I and my parents now transverse this difficult time.

That’s the way it is as the first week of the second month of 2018 begins.

And how is your February kicking off?

Guess who? To think Dyaln, my oldest granddaughter will turn 11 tomorrow! Love you, Dylan!!!!! 💖💌💝

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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.