It is with much sadness but also some relief that I must announce that my father, Ivan Trowbridge, passed away at approximately 5 PM central time today (Wednesday: April 13, 2016) at the family home. Dad was surrounded by his wife of 40 years, my mother Marie, all of his children, his grandchildren and his three sisters.
I am back from Sioux Falls. I actually got back from Sioux Falls at about 8 PM on Friday night but was too busy and then too tired to write a post about all that has gone on over the past few days.
My dad was transported to the emergency room via ambulance earlier this morning. He is not doing well. He is very jaundice right now and has elected to stop chemo treatments not that they could have given him chemo in his current condition.
As I was getting myself ready to head over to my brother’s for Easter dinner, I received a text from my sister. My dad was headed back to the hospital for the second time since Monday.
This voice post is a brief update on my dad’s cancer. This is one of the shortest voice posts that I have ever recorded.
Just a quick voice post recapping my trip to Sioux Falls today.
I know that I am currently dealing with a lot of issues, some of which are described here. I’ve written about some, intend to write about others and am keeping some to myself. Yes, dear reader, I actually do hold some things back in these entries. I try to be as open as I can be about my current mood problems, past battles with depression, experiences as a visually impaired individual and my struggle to find love. But that doesn’t mean I share everything.
The other day, I pondered what a future employer might think of me if they were to stumble upon this blog and my entries from early 2016. However, I don’t intend to change what I write about because there is a chance that these entries might help someone. Maybe someone will read them and think that they’re not alone and decide to press on and fight their battles. That may be naive or over-inflating the impact that these things might have but it is a chance I’m willing to take.
There’s an ancient Chinese curse that says: “May you live in interesting times’. By that standard, I was cursed this weekend.