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'
"We're not doing this here."
I walked away.
I thought silence was kindness.
By that evening, it had turned into something else.
Mark's aunt stopped me near the door.
"Was he taking anything that affected his judgment?"
I walked away.
"What?"
"Violet said maybe he wasn't thinking clearly."
"Mark knew exactly what he wanted."
"I'm only asking."
"No. You're asking whether I pushed my dying husband into something he didn't want."
She looked away.
"I'm only asking."
***
That night, I went straight to Cecelia's nursery.
I opened my laptop.
Then I plugged in the flash drive.
Mark appeared on the screen.
He looked thinner than I remembered.
"If you're watching this because you miss me, turn it off."
I went straight to Cecelia's nursery.
I covered my mouth.
"You don't get to boss me around."
He shifted in his chair.
"I'm serious, Sal."
"Mom asked me not to donate."
"I'm serious, Sal."
I leaned closer.
"She asked more than once. Then she asked whether the decision was really mine or yours."
