We would normally sit in the lounge about 9pm and have an evening drink. My husband sat down on the sofa and immediately started to snore. My first thought was that he’d gone to sleep quickly but when I looked at him, I could see his eyes had rolled back in his head, and he wasn’t breathing.
He’s not snoring, he’s dying, I thought to myself.
All my training just kicked in. I started to do CPR and I called 999. They told me to drag him onto the floor and to keep performing chest compressions.
Two ambulance crews arrived in five minutes. I was doing CPR and getting tired but when they said I could let them take over I didn’t want to stop. I kept thinking, you’re not going yet. You’re not going to leave me.


