Life can certainly change in a heart beat! A year ago this week I was cooking dinner when my husband screamed out with a pain in his chest, it was the start of the nightmare to come, his aortic stent had started to leak and he had to have life saving surgery at the Royal Brompton Hospital, three months later on returning home he had a stroke and my once active involved partner is now reliant on me for everything. We had been due to go on a world cruise on the Queen Mary to Sydney, it was to be our final big holiday before settling down to slippers by the fire, but it was not to be. Sometimes it is hard to be cheerful as I see stretching before me a life I did not expect to have when I retired, we had made so many plans, get to know England better, take up hobbies etc, but it was not to be. When I feel like having a pity party I remind myself what it must be like for my husband, so I out on a smile and go into his room with a cup of tea and talk about when he gets better what we will do. I would love to hear from other gransnetters in the same boat.