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He’s nice, huh?”
“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t really talk to him much.” Nope. I just stared at his full lips. Wishing they were on mine.
“He’s from Florida. He went to the University of Florida’s College of Veterinary Medicine, and grew up on Jupiter Island.”
“For someone who only met him briefly you seem to know his life story.”
She laughs. “I asked Jason.”
Of course she did. She has to know everything about everybody.
“Okay, so what’s Jupiter Island?”
“Aundrea! It’s where Celine Dion has a house. I think Tiger Woods has a place there, too. Well, that’s what Jason said. There are a lot of nice homes there, according to Google. I looked it up once he mentioned Celine and Tiger. It’s like a private little town, but not gated or anything, so people can drive through.”
“So he has money?” I ask.
“Um, I’m not sure. But Jason said his dad is some investment banker guy, so I think it’s his family that has money, not necessarily him. But, I mean, he is a veterinarian now, so he’ll be making pretty damn good money.”
Typical. Good-looking doctor, who happens to come from money. This couldn’t be any better than if I were reading it in one of my books.
“And”—she nudges me with her shoulder—“Jason said he’s single.”
I shake my head at her, but smile. “I’m not looking for anything.”
“I know. You always say that, but when are you going to be looking for something? It’s okay to date, Aundrea. To go out. Have fun.”
“I go out.”
“I mean with a guy.”
“I do.”
“Who is not your friend.”
“I don’t want complications. I have enough going on.” I’ve tried dating, but it causes too many complications, so I avoid it as much as possible.
“Aundrea.”
“Please, Genna. Can we drop this? No one wants to date a girl with cancer.”
I don’t want to get out of bed. It’s chemo day. I’m thankful my appointment is in the morning. It’s bad enough that I have to spend more than three hours there; it’s better to just get it over with.
After throwing on some jean capris and a basic coral t-shirt, I make sure to grab my phone and Kindle. I don’t bother applying any makeup besides a little concealer around my eyes and mascara.
Genna told me she was heading to the car, so I quickly make my way to the kitchen to pour myself a mug of coffee for the road. Slipping on my black ballerina flats, I make my way out into the chilly morning air.
“Why are we leaving an hour early?” I ask as I make my way in.
“Because Jason forgot a couple of charts he brought home over the weekend. He called when he got in asking me to drop them off on our way.”
Awesome.
I watch as she reaches to turn the radio down. Family time: this can’t be good!
“Did you talk to Mom and Dad at all?”
“Briefly,” I say. “Before I went to bed.”
“And?”
“Nothing. Both said they wish they could be here. I don’t know why, though. I mean …” I pause, trying to find the right words. “They would just sit next to me for a couple hours being bored, then watch me get sick. Not the way I’d want to spend my time.”
The first chemo treatment is the worst as far as throwing up and nausea go. Doesn’t matter what type of cancer you have or what type of drugs they use the first time. The doctors don’t really know what they’re doing. Okay, that’s not true. They do; but it’s trial and error. They don’t know how you’ll react to the drugs or the dosage. They just administer them, see how you react, and adjust as needed.
Yup, sounds fun, doesn’t it?
“They do, you know. Wish they could be here.”
“I know.”
And I do. With all my heart. My parents are amazing. They’ve always been there for me, before and during this entire process. It hit my mom the hardest when she couldn’t get
“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t really talk to him much.” Nope. I just stared at his full lips. Wishing they were on mine.
“He’s from Florida. He went to the University of Florida’s College of Veterinary Medicine, and grew up on Jupiter Island.”
“For someone who only met him briefly you seem to know his life story.”
She laughs. “I asked Jason.”
Of course she did. She has to know everything about everybody.
“Okay, so what’s Jupiter Island?”
“Aundrea! It’s where Celine Dion has a house. I think Tiger Woods has a place there, too. Well, that’s what Jason said. There are a lot of nice homes there, according to Google. I looked it up once he mentioned Celine and Tiger. It’s like a private little town, but not gated or anything, so people can drive through.”
“So he has money?” I ask.
“Um, I’m not sure. But Jason said his dad is some investment banker guy, so I think it’s his family that has money, not necessarily him. But, I mean, he is a veterinarian now, so he’ll be making pretty damn good money.”
Typical. Good-looking doctor, who happens to come from money. This couldn’t be any better than if I were reading it in one of my books.
“And”—she nudges me with her shoulder—“Jason said he’s single.”
I shake my head at her, but smile. “I’m not looking for anything.”
“I know. You always say that, but when are you going to be looking for something? It’s okay to date, Aundrea. To go out. Have fun.”
“I go out.”
“I mean with a guy.”
“I do.”
“Who is not your friend.”
“I don’t want complications. I have enough going on.” I’ve tried dating, but it causes too many complications, so I avoid it as much as possible.
“Aundrea.”
“Please, Genna. Can we drop this? No one wants to date a girl with cancer.”
I don’t want to get out of bed. It’s chemo day. I’m thankful my appointment is in the morning. It’s bad enough that I have to spend more than three hours there; it’s better to just get it over with.
After throwing on some jean capris and a basic coral t-shirt, I make sure to grab my phone and Kindle. I don’t bother applying any makeup besides a little concealer around my eyes and mascara.
Genna told me she was heading to the car, so I quickly make my way to the kitchen to pour myself a mug of coffee for the road. Slipping on my black ballerina flats, I make my way out into the chilly morning air.
“Why are we leaving an hour early?” I ask as I make my way in.
“Because Jason forgot a couple of charts he brought home over the weekend. He called when he got in asking me to drop them off on our way.”
Awesome.
I watch as she reaches to turn the radio down. Family time: this can’t be good!
“Did you talk to Mom and Dad at all?”
“Briefly,” I say. “Before I went to bed.”
“And?”
“Nothing. Both said they wish they could be here. I don’t know why, though. I mean …” I pause, trying to find the right words. “They would just sit next to me for a couple hours being bored, then watch me get sick. Not the way I’d want to spend my time.”
The first chemo treatment is the worst as far as throwing up and nausea go. Doesn’t matter what type of cancer you have or what type of drugs they use the first time. The doctors don’t really know what they’re doing. Okay, that’s not true. They do; but it’s trial and error. They don’t know how you’ll react to the drugs or the dosage. They just administer them, see how you react, and adjust as needed.
Yup, sounds fun, doesn’t it?
“They do, you know. Wish they could be here.”
“I know.”
And I do. With all my heart. My parents are amazing. They’ve always been there for me, before and during this entire process. It hit my mom the hardest when she couldn’t get
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