I can't even begin to understand how you feel from this happening to you. However, I am not writing this reply out of pity. I am writing this to let you know that it can happen to anyone.... Trust me, I know, as it has happened to me.
I am an extremely fit and healthy 23 year old male, and last january, my life was almost devastated upon being admitted to the emergency room of my local hospital. I thought I had the flu, and being the tough (stupid?) guy that I am, I just tried to fight it off and continue with my normal life. Unfortunately, my normal life was training to become a firefighter, and that entails some very hard work. I went from being in the best shape of my life, to suddenly, not even being able to walk and talk at the same time without having difficulty breathing. I took a few days off, and when I thought I was better (from the flu, remember?) I tried to go back to training. When I passed out in the middle of my step-mother's hallway early one morning, she had seen enough and the next thing I knew, I was being sent to the hospital, and I still didn't konw why.
After spending some 3 weeks in the cardiac unit, I wazs finally let out and went home. Unfortunately, I was forced to stop my schooling, I had to stop work, in fact, I had to stop everything. My breakfast consisted of about 5 different medications, and my after dinner dessert was much the same.
It has now been just about 6 months since then, and I have just started work again about a month ago.
As far as I know, this was a very difficult thing for anyone to diagnos. They found it in me after 3 days of keeping me in the hospital cardiac ward, and the only reason they wouldn't let me out was because my heart rate was 185 resting, and no one knew why. Jsut as a frame of reference, my resting heart rate was normally between 50-55 bpm as I run (or did) everyday. After 5 months of not doing anything, I am just now getting clearence to resume some activities, like work, light wieght training, and walking, but no running.
I want you to know that when I read your post, I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, because I know that it could've just as easily been me that didnt' make it. The only solace I can offer is that god really does do everything for a reason. While you may not see it now, and you probably won't see it for a number of years to come, he really does have a plan for everyone one of us. Six months ago, I would've thought that what I jsut said was bull, but after being through an ordeal like that (and, honestly I am still going through it) I can truly say and mean it.
I'm sure that you would've taken this away from your wife, and taken it upon yourself, but it was not meant to be. I am sorry about your wife. This disease shouldn't have to affect anyone the way it does, but trust in god, and have faith in his plan. Your children are lucky in that they have a man who is, no doubt, a wonderful father, and while it will be hard on them, it will be harder on you. My mother died when I was four, and until my father remarried when I was 13, it was just him. He raised me the best he could, and I know that you will do the same for your kids. It takes a special kind of person to do that. But god wouldn't have choosen you if you couldn't handle it.
I wonder if you will ever read this.
Mass