Isabel sighed a bit. "Sometimes they go really wrong. My nephew-in-law has always been a sickly young man. A heart condition amongst other things. A while back he wished that he had a healthy heart." She refilled her glass and downed a bit more whiskey before continuing. "The results weren't pretty. He's fine now but he wasn't for a while. And one of the doctors blamed me for agreeing to let him make the wish."