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'
"She's losing her son, Mark."
"She needs something to be angry at."
His eyes met mine.
"And I don't want that something to be you."
I squeezed his hand.
"You're asking me to stay out of it."
"She needs something to be angry at."
"I'm asking you not to make her grief your job."
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A few weeks later, Mark began asking to speak to Dr. Rivers alone.
The first time, I teased him about it.
The second time, I stayed by the door.
"What are you arranging?"
I teased him about it.
Mark leaned back against the pillows.
"Something I need to handle."
"Without me?"
"Yes. But it's for you."
I stared at him.
"That's somehow worse."
"Something I need to handle."
A faint smile touched his mouth.
"Please trust me."
"I do trust you."
"Then let me do this one thing myself."
I nodded.
When Dr. Rivers closed the door, I stayed in the hallway longer than I meant to.
