I’m lost.

My husband of 27 years went to the ER on April 2 for a nagging sore back. He was diagnosed with cancer. It was everywhere. Renal (kidney) cancer with metastasis on liver, lungs, adrenal gland, brain, long bones, back, and peritoneum. I’m probably missing some. He was admitted on April 17 for pain management assistance. On May 1 after the biopsy came back, the doctor told us he had 4 weeks. He passed on May 5. To say I’m in shock is an understatement. I’m trying to get a routine set up but it’s so hard. The dogs don’t understand what’s going on, they miss their preferred human. I miss my preferred human. Is it just literally one foot in front of the other? I miss him so much. It’s like half my life has been removed from me.