Happy 11th Birthday, Dylan!

Dylan Kay Ivy, 11, born February 6, 2007

Eleven years ago today, one of the three most beautiful girls in the world was born. It was on this day my #1 granddaughter, Dylan Kay, came into this world to be greeted by Daddy Dave, and Mommy Anna.

What a beautiful and smart girl she is.

Grandpa Ivy is sending out tons of love and wishes for a great year as she celebrates on this her special day.

Dylan through the years:

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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!!!!! πŸ’–πŸ’ŒπŸ’

Sunday Golden Text: Pray

And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.

But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.

Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him.

After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.

– Matthew 6:5-13

Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

– James 5:16

Rejoice evermore.

Pray without ceasing.

In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

– 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Sleepies Raid

Brother Lynn and Step-Dad Jack entering the house Mom and Jack had rented on the east side of Lake Sullivan. This would have been in the mid 1980s.

The sleepies raided my system on Friday, attacking from 6 a.m. until about 2:15 a.m. Saturday. Yet through the raid, a lot happened on Friday while I was in and out of slumber.

Susie got my pay, bought groceries, picked up medicines, later with Dad in the evening checked on me. Leticia checked in on me around noon and even got me some fresh ice water. Aide Bambi came in, cleaned me up, shaved me, washed my hair, took care of Chooey, changed socks and shirt.

A lot happened as I was not fully functioning. Now here it is at 4:45 a.m. on Saturday. I am wide awake. I even took all my meds and did a couple of nebulizer treatments – another here in about an hour and a half.

Of course this just messes up my whole routine of monotony. In other words, this Saturday, I definitely need your prayers πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™ to keep functioning as I should.

Need to try and get a Boost to up my strength. Need more ice water. Need coffee. Another few hours more medicine.

Complicating everything is the weather.

The mercury is currently reading 19 with wind chill of 11 degrees. Snow is in the forecast for later. Most will fall north of Interstate 70 which is about 20 miles north of me.

Weather is not my friend.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den as I attempt to recuperate from the scare earlier this week, which continues to elude my grasp.

And how is your weekend going?

The “kids” – his, hers, ours: Mark, Lynn with Leticia, Johnny, Phil and Lorena Christmas 1993

Slow to Recover

In better days, playing Euchre with the family

After Wednesday morning’s harrowing start, deprived of oxygen and power for looks like over five hours, I am on the path to recovery. That path has been and is long, winding and very slow to navigate.

When I think I am rebuilding my energy – splooosh! There it goes again.

Now mid afternoon on Thursday. My function is square on nil. I am somewhat better, but far from the most diminutive of where I was on Monday and Tuesday.

My Help At Home aide will be in for a couple of hours this evening. This will get me set for the night, get some cleanup completed and my supper, hot out of the microwave.Β 

Dave and Linda will be over later to keep me company for the night as I recuperate. Usually it is only Dave, who sometimes stays and sometimes gets me settled and set before returning home. Tonight it will be an overnight.

Had my quarterly review with Area 7 Council on Aging and Disability Wednesday. Seems I qualify for an Assistant to come help me on Saturday night when I have no professional help.

Going to see if I can get Help At Home to switch to Tuesday and Thursday instead of Sunday and Thursday. Dad and Susie say they can take care of Sunday since they come to town for church.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den as the mercury drops into the teens tonight.

And how is your Thursday going?

Cathie (Kev’s Mom) and I standing behind the newlyweds, Kev and Hailey in Austin, Texas

What’s Air Got to Do with It?

8:47 a.m.

The electricity out.

The oxygen concentrater was not working.

No clue how long I had been with out the vital air.

Could not move well enough to get to back-up oxygen canister, turn it on, get air flowing to my system being strangled by lack of 02.

Shortly before 9, I pushed my Guardian Alert button.

Mark, do you need help?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.

After being admonished not to shout, I managed to convey the power outage leaving me struggling for air. Barely able to text, I made those messages my lifeline until help could arrive.

I concentrated.

Kept from lapsing into a panic.

Did not allow the situation to overwhelm me.

Nurse Tabitha opened the door and went right to work.

The back-up cannula was on and the contents of the air tank flowing through the tube into my starving airways. Blood/oxygen percentage had plummeted to 71!

10:47 a.m.Β 

Electricity was running through the lines to hungry sockets and devices. Life returned to normal. Aides Bambi and Ashlyn walked through the door to take over for Tabitha until I was back 100%.

That’s the way it has been in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Wednesday going?

Aunt Nancy, holding oldest child Michelle, Grandma Powell and Mom

When Parents Cry

Death and life are incomplete without the other. There can be no death without life. There can be no life without death. Seed must die to bring forth the new life of autumn crops. The crops must die to produce the seed for planting in spring.

As the Lion King gave special meaning to this constant with the heart-stirring “Circle of Life,” the tune failed to soothe the heart and soul when death stirs its ghoulish head, as life seeps out of what once was vibrant and strong. This becomes even more pronounced when it seems that the Dark Angel comes too early, not within the usual order or course.

It is then when parents cry.

Down through the ages we have accepted that parents produce children who later in life care for parents and tend to their final needs. Children may mourn and greatly feel the loss, but the loss of parents from a child gone too soon seems to be more tragic and tear more deeply the heart.

So it is even now as my own parents, doing their best to cope, watch with trembling lips, tear-laced eyes, as each day I move ever closer to the river and the ferryman beckons. Emotions are raw, laid bare upon the altar.

What will the next phone call, text, knock on the door reveal?

The great 17th Century author John Donne had to deal with the loss of his son. Donne gave us these immortal words which continue to provide strength and solace when parents cry.

Death be not proud, though some have called theeΒ Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,Β For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,Β Die not, poor death.Β 

So when parents cry, remember:

  • Reach out and touch.
  • Sit and listen.
  • Cherish the pictures shared.
  • The pain is real.
  • The hurt unimaginable.
  • Pray

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. πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™Β 

Check out my new “Think on This” segment:

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

Today’s Thought: The Mouth

Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him: but I will maintain mine own ways before Him.

– Job 13:15

And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.

In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly.

– Job 1:21-22

And Jesus said, Are ye also yet without understanding?

Do not ye yet understand, that whatsoever entereth in at the mouth goeth into the belly, and is cast out into the draught?

But those things which proceed out of the mouth come forth from the heart; and they defile the man.

For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies:

These are the things which defile a man: but to eat with unwashen hands defileth not a man.

– Matthew 15:16-20

Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!

And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.

For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of mankind:

But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.

Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God.

Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.

Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter?

Can the fig tree, my brethren, bear olive berries? either a vine, figs? so can no fountain both yield salt water and fresh.

– James 3:5-12

That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.

For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.

–Β Romans 10:9-10


Who am I?

Down through the centuries hundreds of thousands of people have been killed, families wiped out, villages destroyed by consumption. This was name aptly given to tuberculosis or TB as the viral respiratory infection consumed its victims.

I have always had a book-learning, head-knowledge of why this all consuming disease was called consumption. Today, I have practical knowledge as the end result of my condition is working in the same way.

Although I do not have nor have ever had TB, the chronic bronchitis which resulted from the fungal infection, which destroyed my right lung, damaged my larynx and my eyes, turning into chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) is in end stage with the same all-consuming outcome.

It is like some one has grabbed each side of me is squeezing me tightly like trussing a corset to get the smallest waist possible. At the same time are the sharp pains as if the muscle tissue is being ripped away and gnawed from the inside.

The flesh, the meat has already been consumed and is no more. All that is left under this very thin layer of skin are bones with muscle and sinew. Soon that will also be all-consumed.

The pain at time is unbearable.

Such is life.

That’s the way it is this rainy Saturday in Mark’s Den.

And how is your weekend going?

Prom 2006