My husband Mike and I were in FL - I left to return to Minneapolis on Jan 7. On Monday Mike called to tell me he was in the ER - maybe having a heart attack. He was rushed to an Orlando hospital and had emergency surgery for an aortic dissection.
He spent a bad week in CV-ICU, then was transferred to a pulmonary ICU after receiving a trach tube. I am not going to go into all the details of the hospital stay - but by the 24th, Mike had made remarkable progress.
Mike's brother and I visited on the 25th - when we arrived, Mike was standing and was so happy, he had been walking the halls. He wanted out of the hospital that day!
Around midnight, the hospital called - this is a long story so the short version - there was a missing hour when no one checked on Mike - he was found face down on the floor, non responsive. The medical team was able to shock him back but neurologically he was gone. At around 3:20 AM we stopped life support.
Mike and I were married 20+ years - he took care of me and so many mundane things. So I am in day 2 of my 3 bereavement days from work and go from numb to making myself take care of all the paperwork that goes with dying.
I have run the gamut of emotions - he was to come home, why didn't he take better care of himself, how did I come to be the one telling this story?
I need to tell this story but I also hope you will share with me the ways you found to cope and move on.