A year ago, I thought receiving a kidney from a stranger was the most unbelievable thing that would ever happen to me. Then I married him. And minutes after we said “I do,” Nathan leaned close and told me there was something he should have told me long before I became his wife.
A year ago, my kidneys started failing without warning. I was thirty-one, healthy enough to think hospitals were places other people visited, and suddenly I knew the night nurses by name.
They never gave him an answer he liked.
