The#WillowFire has set the Mohave Desert ablaze, starting on Saturday, August 8, 2015 around 10:30 a.m.. It is 0 contained and burning some 6,000 acres.
The fire which started and is mainly still in the Havasu Wildlife Refuge is covering the entire Desert valley with smoke. It is more noticeable and the smell more pungent in the south to southeast of the valley. It was raging strongly near Topock, Arizona and Needles, California Saturday afternoon and evening.
Up on the hill where I am in Canyon Terrace off James Bilbray Avenue, all I could see was the haze, which was less than it was a half of an hour or so before I crossed the Colorado River to pick up some meat at Smith’s grocery store on Sunday.
The Bureau of Land Management (BLM) is reporting 11 houses have been destroyed. Up to 1,000 homes are in danger and have been evacuated.
The Red Cross set up an evacuation center at the Mohave Valley Elementary School. Pets are also being sheltered. The mandatory evacuation order in Mohave Valley, surrounding subdivisions and areas remains in place.
Even though I am some 20 miles northwest of the fire, the smoke, the smell of the burning wood, has become so thick and intense this Sunday night, I am not able to sit very long on the patio. My one good lung cannot handle the pollution from the fire. My throat began to burn.
As I said – I am 20 miles away!
Prayers, thoughts to all those displaced and those in danger.
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.