How personal tragedy resuscitated my professional ambition The morning my husband was killed, I hadjust sat down at my desk in the newsroom. I was drinking from a green coffee cup and chatting to my editor. I answered the phone to a number I didn’t recognise. A police officer spoke with urgency, he almost sounded shaken, “your husband is being resuscitated and you must get to the hospital now. My officers will meet you in the ambulance bay. Do you understand?”. I understood completely.