It’s been ten years since I lost Tom to a sudden, violent heart attack. The memory is as vivid as if it were yesterday. The smell of coffee brewing, the sizzle of bacon in the pan, and then the sickening thud as he collapsed in the kitchen. I, a woman who had calmly managed countless medical emergencies, became a frantic, helpless wife. I performed CPR, my hands moving with practiced efficiency while my heart shattered into a million pieces.