27 is now my unkucky number

The 27th has not been a good day for me this past year for many reasons. I had part of my breast removed on the 27th. I had my first round of chemo, that put me in the hospital and a very scary infection, on the 27th. I found out my husband of 20 years was having an affair on the 27th. This past month I had a horrible depression brought about by hormones on the 27th. Of course the depression was made much worse because of my current situation with Daniel. Oh, it was a terrible few days. The depression is gone for now and things are getting back to normal, but the sadness is still there and I fear that it will hang on for many months to come. I read something this week that aligned heartbreak to a heart attack. It said when you have a heart attack you go to the emergency room and get immediate help. You follow up with doctors, you get medicine. Friends and family come around you and help to take care of you. When you suffer a heart break there is no emergency room, no medicine, no doctor follow ups. Some friends come alongside and try to help, but many don't really know what to say, and some just stay away. You feel isolated and without a treatment plan. How do you heal a heart break? There is no definitive treatment. I guess the knowledge that it will just take time is what I have to let sink in, there is no easy fix for a broken heart.