My Husband Became an Organ Donor – His Doctor Stopped Me in the Hospital Hallway and Said, ‘There’s Something He Made Me Promise Not to Give You Until Now’

I looked away.

 

“That’s a terrible plan.”

 

“It’s the only honest one I’ve got.”

 

I hated that answer.

 

“Then you’ll make it up as you go.”

 

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By my eighth month, Mark had gotten weaker much faster than we’d expected.

 

One morning, I found him standing in front of the bedroom mirror, fighting with the buttons on his shirt.