My husband became an organ donor as his final wish — after he died, his doctor stopped me and said, “There’s something he made me promise to give you only after he was gone.”
Julian and I were three years into our marriage when I finally got pregnant with the baby we’d always dreamed about.
Our happiness lasted six months. Then came the diagnosis. The doctors gave him no more than three months left.
He likely wouldn’t live long enough to meet our daughter at all. That evening, sitting beside me on the porch, one hand resting on my belly, he said something I still can’t fully forget.
“If my organs are still healthy enough when the time comes, I want them donated.”
