Before My Husband Died, He Asked to Donate His Organs. But Hours After His Death, His Doctor Ran After Me and Said, “Jake Trusted Me With Something Secret Three Weeks Ago… But He Didn’t Want You to See It While He Was Still Alive.” 
Jake and I had been married for only three years when we finally heard the news we had been waiting so long for.
I was pregnant.
For two years, we had imagined our baby’s room, picked out names, argued about whose eyes the baby would have, and then laughed at ourselves for arguing about it.
When we found out we were having a girl, Jake spent an entire evening sitting at the kitchen table, writing names on pieces of paper.
In the end, we chose Lily.
But during the sixth month of my pregnancy, our lives changed within minutes.
After Jake’s test results came back, the doctor asked us to step into a private room.
