[That is kind of obvious. Unfortunately, she's.. you know. Cursed.]

My husband was sick, when we were married; not with something I could catch from him, not something he would pass on if we had a child-- but sick enough that both of us knew he would die. I wasn't ready to be a mother-- I was in school then, and I'm still not ready, if that grants any perspective. But we wanted to make it so, if I ever did want a child and hadn't found someone new I wanted to be the father-- I'd be able to have his.

Is that any clearer?