know that. My disease doesn’t have a transplant that fixes it. There’s nothing to be done for me.
But my heart is fine, Mom. It’s the one part of me this disease isn’t going to touch. And Lily needs a heart.
So I talked to the doctors. I made sure it could be arranged, that a directed donation was possible, that when my time came, my heart could go to her. Specifically to her. I didn’t want it to go to a stranger and roll the dice. I wanted it to go to the girl who made my last months worth living.
I’m giving Lily my heart, Mom. On purpose. She’s going to live because of it. And I need you to know that before you read the rest, because the rest is about you.”
Chapter 3: The Rest of the Letter
“Here’s the part I really need
