On a late morning this past October my father called to say that his wife had just died. Abrupt. To the point. "Jan's gone." After the shock had worn off slightly we found out that she was in the hospital for a scheduled operation to have a stent put in. Not long after she was wheeled into the operating room my dad was notified that she was gone. She was 58 years old. The shock of her passing has affected him intensely. She did everything for him. My dad lives 3 hours from us which makes a "quick check-in visit" difficult, however my sister and I have been traveling from Portland to Seattle to do what we can to help him settle. These visits have been the most time we've spent together in years. Around the beginning of December my dad wasn't feeling so well. He felt tired, but couldn't sleep. He was losing weight. He was anxious. His heart... he knew something was wrong. After checking himself into the hospital and weeks of tests