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’

Not like a suggestion.

Like our daughter.

We had waited years for her.

Then, six months into the pregnancy we had wanted so badly, Mark got sick.

The doctors told us he might have three months.

Maybe less.

There was a very real chance he would never hold the little girl whose name we had finally chosen.

And suddenly, every ordinary moment became something I was terrified of losing.

Part 3: The Secret Meetings

As Mark became weaker, he started asking to speak privately with Dr. Rivers.

The first time, I teased him.

“What is this? Some secret husband-doctor conspiracy?”

Mark smiled.

The second time, I didn’t laugh.

I stood near the hospital room door while Dr. Rivers waited outside.

“What are you arranging?”

Mark rested against the pillows.

“Something I need to take care of.”

“Without me?”

“Yes.”

I crossed my arms.

“But it concerns me?”

His mouth curved faintly.