Stardate 20010803.1620 (On Screen): There are times when I regret being an atheist. I've been following the joys and sorrows of a little girl named
Fiona Elise online for quite some time now. She just turned two years old, and the is absolutely the center of
her father's life (as she should be). What's unusual about her is not just how cleverly her father has brought her to the web, but the fact that she was born with a deformed heart and has had two open heart surgical procedures in her short life. Now she may soon have to have a third. They moved to New Jersey a few months ago but the surgical team is in the Bay area, and now they have to travel back so she can have a cardiac catheterization (which won't involve opening her chest, thank goodness). There's a chance she'll live to adulthood or even have a normal life span. There's a chance she won't. There's no way of knowing what those chances are. It all depends on a contest between the progress of her disease and the talent and skill of her therapists, but so far it's looking pretty good.
I wish I could help, but I don't know how I can. If I were religious I could pray for her and her family. If I was superstitious I could wish them luck. But as a mechanistic atheist I don't believe in those things, so all I can do is sit here and feel dread about the future of a little girl I've never met that I care a great deal about. (discuss)
