I took my husband to ER 12/10/2019, he asked me to because he was having trouble breathing. I was worried, but felt he would be coming home with me soon. From the ER he was put in ICU, had a CPAP, but was put on ventilator several hours later. It was shocking and unsettling to see him like that. On 12/15 I was told by his pulmonologist that he would recover. I was also told by a few of his nurses that he would recover. He remained on ventilator for 9 days. I was so happy to see it come off! He was very confused the first 2 days, but my son and I were able to communicate with him a little, and about half of it made sense. By the third day of being off ventilator he developed ICU delirium. It was awful; my wonderful husband wasn't himself. The next couple days were good, but Christmas evening he had a cardiac arrest. He received CPR, and was shocked once, and was stable. Luckily they did not have to put vent back in. He was off vent for one week, and things were looking up. He passed swallow test, and was able to finally eat. He was scheduled to be moved to CCU, which was an improvement, but aspirated from the food and water he had recently consumed. He was taken back to ICU, and put back on ventilator. Two days later he developed a blood clot on his left lung, and the next day I spoke to cardiologist about the fact he would not have a meaningful recovery, and was faced with decision of taking him off life support. We took him off vent on afternoon of 01/04/20, and he passed away 10 hours later at 1:10 am 01/05/20. My son and I were with him the entire time. I watched my husband die. I held his hand, kissed his forehead, talked to him throughout. He was never conscious for any of it, but I hope he had comfort in knowing we were there and love him very much. I never thought I would be planning his funeral, or going through any of this. His service was last night. I am still in shock, and miss him so very very much. He was my best friend and the love of my life, and now he is gone. I am devastated, and keep hoping to wake up from this nightmare. He was only 54.