Eulogy for a Fairy Princess
Lisa Williams

I happened to see your article on Heather scrolling through Facebook. It cuts me to the quick. On March 13 I was sitting next to my mother on the couch when I turned to her, saying “I feel weird.” The next thing I knew I was waking up in the ICU in the hospital. I had gone into sudden cardiac arrest, likely as a very rare side effect of a cancer medication I was taking. My father, who just happened to be in town along with my mother, is a doctor and immediately performed CPR until paramedics arrived. The doctors told me people who experience what I did have around a 10% chance of living, and even less a chance of being neurologically unharmed. Heather should be alive; I wish so badly she was, not that it is any consolation. I should be dead or in a coma right now. Instead I am out of the hospital, carrying on against the odds, relieved but guilty when I read stories like this. Or learn about a child killed by a bomb in Mosul. Or a tourist killed on a bridge in London. Or a seemingly healthy teenager dying while playing a sport he loves. Such things make no sense, at least not in a way I am wise enough to discern. All I can do is say how sorry I am for your loss, and hope you take some comfort in the amazing life Heather lived.

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