It’s been almost twelve hours, I can’t sleep

It’s been about twelve days since he complained of flu-like symptoms and didn’t want to go to work. One week and a day since he came home instead of going to his work Christmas party. One week since he could barely bring himself to sit on the couch in the living room to watch our son open Christmas presents. He kept saying incoherent things like he was falling asleep and I became afraid that something was seriously wrong. He kept insisting that he was getting better. I became frustrated he wouldn’t admit this wasn’t normal. His personality began to change into a hateful, angry person I wouldn’t recognize by the end. Five days since I insisted he go to urgent care and he finally agreed. Hecwas disgnosed with flu and respiratory infection. The prescriptions did nothing for him. He refused food citing extreme abdominal discomfort. He barely took fluids though he began to take in more when others got o n him about it. 18 hours since I woke up to a face I barely recognized. I had a panic attack, telling him this was not normal, we must do something. He wouldn’t hear me. I told him I felt like he was leaving me. I told him I was worried he was going to die. He scoffed that he was not going to die. But he said his body hurt so much he didn’t want to stand up to use the bathroom and finally agreed to go to the ER later that day. 12 hours since I helped him out of bed to get him ready to go. He collapsed in the bathroom. I called my neighbor for help. He tried to help him up. He slumped to the floor. I called 911. 10 hours until they usher me into a small conference room in the ER. The doctor asks me to recount every detail, then tells me that while she’s sorry, his heart stopped at our house and huh