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

once and said clearly, loudly, so every person in the room could hear me, “I am withdrawing my consent.

There will be no donation.”

Silence.

Absolute, electric silence.

Then Ethan laughed in disbelief.

“Don’t be ridiculous.

She’s emotional.”

Dr.

Salazar didn’t even turn toward him.

“Ms.

Cole, are you saying you no longer

consent to living donation?”

“Yes,” I said.continue reading …