Three Years After My Death, My Husband Asked Me to Donate Bone Marrow for His Childhood Sweetheart
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Three years after my death, my husband finally remembered me. The reason was that his childhood sweetheart's granular leukemia had relapsed, and she needed another hematopoietic stem cell transplant. He came to the house where I used to live, wanting me to sign a donation agreement. But he found that no one had lived there for a long time. He asked the neighbors about me. The neighbor said, "You mean Caroline? She died long ago! I heard she was taken to donate bone marrow while she was sick, and passed away just a few days after returning home." He refused to believe it, thinking the…