It has been 9 months since my husband passed unexpectedly and suddenly after turning 70. He had surgery to remove an upper left lobe of his lung which had a stage 1 cancerous spot smaller than a dime. The dr assured him by removing the lobe he would need no chemo or radiation and the cancer would be gone. It was a little more tedious surgery but he was recovering nicely according to all the tests. He complained the entire 6 days in ICU of severe heartburn which he has but not to that extent. On day 5 he begged me all day long to get him out and get him to his bed with his dog. I would have hired an RN anything and dr would not agree. His youngest daughter from AZ arrived at 2:30 pm, I stayed until 4:30 pm and told her I would return about 4 am the next day and she could take the car and go home as we were doing shifts. At 4 am on day 6 I was getting ready and she called totally unintelligible hysterically crying and all I could get was "crash cart" and I was on a run with my daughter and 18 year old granddaughter following. We ran to his room and I knew it was too late. The dr asked if I wanted then to continue and I told them no. It was unexpected, sudden and was a massive heart attack. The last 9 months are a blur and half of me is gone and my life has no purpose. We had so many plans. The pain is like nothing I ever had before and never goes away. I have been told the loss of a spouse is the worst ever and I agree. I hope to read some things on here that may help. My beloved has left me and I love and miss him more every day.