The message ticks in at 3.30 in the morning:
“Cecilie, pls have courage. You tried. We all tried. It was her destiny. Maya is crying day and night and is in chock stage.”
Victoria was fine immediately after her second operation, involving shunting and cranial remolding. But the next morning – yesterday morning – she woke up with high fever and small, focal seizures.
Victoria died of cardiac arrest at Annapurna’s Intensive Care Unit, and although they tried, she could not be revived. Dr. Pant sent me a text message straight away which I never received, so when I got the above, it was already Saturday and Victoria had been taken away and burned, as is custom in Nepal.
Gone, just as quickly as she was here! I just don’t get it: she was so strong, had endured so much – we really had faith that she would make it. Poor little girl – was it too much? Was our planning to ambitious? I know it wasn’t without a risk, but not trying was the same as leaving her to die. And would I not have done the same, had she been my own child? Of course!
I hope Victoria felt loved and comforted during her last few weeks – but we got to her too late. It’s just unbearable.
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