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 wasn't."
"You were."
I finished the last button and smoothed his collar.
"Like you're memorizing me."
"I want to remember everything so I can tell our daughter who you really were."
His expression changed, but before either of us could say more, he caught my wrist.
"My mom asked about the donation again."
Violet had always been warm with me.
When morning sickness flattened me, she showed up with groceries and tiny yellow socks because, according to her, "That baby is going to drown in pink."
"My mom asked about the donation again."
"I'll talk to her," I said to my husband.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because she'll listen to you."
I frowned.
"That's usually a good thing."
"Not this time."
"Because she'll listen to you."
"What happened?"
Mark sat on the edge of the bed.
"She thinks I shouldn't donate."
"She told you that?"
"More than once."
"Did she say why?"
"She thinks I shouldn't donate."
He looked down at his hands.
"She can't handle the idea that something of mine might belong to somebody else."
I sat beside him.
"She's losing her son, Mark. I can't exactly be mad at her words..."
"I know."
"Then maybe she needs time."
