He’s a doctor and if it’s okay with you, he offered to see if he could do anything to help ease your pain.”
Victoria smiled, “He’s welcome to try. Frankly, I’m glad this was the last chemo session. If they’d all been this bad, I don’t know if I would have been able to stick it out and finish them.”
“I’m glad it was your last one. Let me get Michael.”
Grace opened the door and gestured Michael inside. Turning she made the introductions, “Michael, meet Victoria Drake. Victoria, Dr. Michael Simpson.”
Victoria looked at the man standing next to her bed and then back at Grace, “You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was Dr. Simpson.”
“Does it make a difference?” Grace asked, seeing the look on the woman’s face.
“No, but…I’m sorry. Dr. Simpson, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Michael had listened to the exchange with a bemused expression on his face, “Have we met before?”
“No, but we used some of your treatment protocols in the oncology unit where I worked. You may have developed them for use with kids, but they work with adults as well.”
“That’s good to know. Grace here tells me you’re in remission, and just finished your last chemo session.”
“Yesterday. This one’s been pretty rough,” she informed him. Grace listened as she proceeded to give him a rundown of her medical condition and symptoms, most of which just sounded like a bunch of big words to Grace.
Michael, on the other hand, listened and asked more questions before he went to look at the medication she had available. He returned a few minutes later with several pills in his hand and a cup of water. Handing them to her, he explained what the pills were and Grace was relieved when Victoria took them without arguing.
“They won’t make you too sleepy to still watch over Emily, but should help with the pain and the headache.”
“Thank you. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that combination myself.”
“Hey, I’m happy I was around to help. Now, I’ll let you two ladies talk for a bit while I go meet some puppies. I’ll do my best to dissuade the girls from their current plans.”
Grace rolled her eyes. Victoria stared at the closing door and then asked, “Do I want to know what our daughters are cooking up?”
Grace smiled, “Well, let’s see. I told Daniella several weeks ago we couldn’t have a puppy because it wouldn’t be fair to leave it at home every day, all by itself. Emily pointed out that you have nine puppies. Between them, they have decided that if Dani keeps three of them, the puppies won’t be lonely, and they will both have a puppy to play with, plus an extra one.”
“Oh, no! Emily knows we can’t keep the puppies. Why would she suggest Dani keep three of them?” Victoria looked so worried; Grace couldn’t help but smile.
“Believe me, I’m sure the idea originated with my precocious four-year old. Her mind works faster than a speeding bullet. It’s all I can do most days to try to keep up with her.”
Victoria giggled, “I remember when Emily was that age. Don’t worry, pretty soon you figure them out and then they change their tactics.”
“Great! Thanks for that pep talk!” Grace made a face at the woman and then laughed. “Now, I told you to think about what you needed help with. Start talking.”
Grace spent the next thirty minutes working out a schedule to help Victoria manage both Emily, the puppies, and start helping Emily get her schoolwork caught up. Victoria tried to argue that Grace was taking on too much, but finally gave up when Grace threatened to have Jane come talk to her. Evidently Jane had made sure Victoria knew she was going to be getting help and she might as well just give in and save her energy since arguing was going to get her nowhere.
“I don’t even know what to say. I mean, I don’t know anything about you,” Victoria said, close to tears once again.
“Victoria…”
“Tori. My friends call me