I lost my husband two weeks ago, guilt, anger, and pain fill my days. The doctors made us believe the heartmate II operation was the only way to bridge him to a heart transplant. Told us it would improve his quality of life. I am so angry at MUSC, and the doctors, I received a card from one yesterday, I wrote back angry things and included pictures of my husband and granddaughter, I have not mailed it yet. Just as I calmed down from the card, another doctor called on the phone to express his sympathy, I HUNG UP ON HIM. I could have stayed one more hour with him that night, I was tired and went to the waiting room and fell asleep, they woke me up and he was gone. So many little signs, I told them over and over something was not right. I should have insisted more. Something happened, I will never know. Its driving me insane.