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Mark and I had been married for three years when I finally became pregnant with the baby we had always wanted.
Our happiness lasted only six months.
Then Mark learned about his illness.
The doctors gave him no more than three months to live.
He probably wouldn’t live long enough to meet our daughter.
That evening, he settled beside me on our porch with one hand resting on my belly.
“If my organs are still healthy enough when the time comes, I want them donated.”
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