My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for my kidney on a rainy Tuesday night like he was asking.

would finally stop treating me like an outsider.

That hope carried me to the hospital on the morning of surgery.

I arrived before dawn.

The sky was still dark, the air outside wet and cold.

Inside, everything smelled faintly of antiseptic and coffee.

A nurse with kind eyes helped me into a gown and tied the strings at my back.

Another checked my bracelet,continue reading …