After I saved my husband’s life, he tried to take it all — yet my daughter caught the courtroom off guard: “I want to show you something that Mom doesn’t know about.”
“Stop,” I whispered. “The nurse will hear you.”
“I’m not joking, Rachel,” he said. His voice was calm, almost detached.
Something inside me went quiet.
We had been married and living together for 15 years at that point.
“The nurse will hear you.”
When Nick became seriously ill, I didn’t hesitate.
I gave him my kidney because I loved him more than anything.
When the transplant coordinator asked if I was sure, I said, “Test me first. I don’t care what it takes.”
Nick squeezed my hand back then. “You’re my hero,” he’d said.
