Cedar Cove Collection (Books 7-12). Debbie Macomber
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I think in some ways I went on seeing him out of spite, just so I could prove how wrong she was.”
“Justine,” Charlotte said quietly, setting her knitting down in her lap. “All daughters go through that with their mothers. Olivia did with me, as well. It isn’t until we’re mothers ourselves that we understand.”
Justine folded her arms. “She was right, you know—about Warren, about me loving Seth and … and everything else. I need her in my life. Leif needs his grandma and so does our new baby.” She flattened her palm against her stomach.
Grace had recently learned that Justine was pregnant with her second child and knew Olivia was ecstatic.
They all grew quiet for several minutes. In the distance Grace saw workers setting up Christmas trees and hanging decorations. She’d forgotten that this was the first of December.
Charlotte was knitting steadily, her fingers slowing to a more relaxed pace. “I told Ben this morning that we should cancel the cruise. I want to be with my daughter.”
“Grandma, Mom would be furious if you did that,” Justine said. “You and Ben have been planning this vacation for months.”
“Yes, I know, but …”
“Go, Charlotte,” Jack told her. “Justine’s right. Olivia would be upset with you for staying home.”
“I realize that. Still …”
Charlotte didn’t finish what she was about to say. Her eyes brightened and she smiled as Pastor Dave Flemming joined them in the waiting area.
“Oh, Pastor,” Charlotte murmured in relief. “I’m so pleased you were able to make it.”
“I’m glad to do it,” Dave said, sitting next to Charlotte.
“Olivia’s in surgery now,” Jack explained. “Everything depends on whether the cancer has spread. We won’t know exactly what we’re dealing with until we know that.”
“Whatever happens, I wanted to tell you I’m available anytime. All you need to do is call.”
“Thank you,” Justine said.
“Would you like me to pray with you now?”
“Please.” It was Charlotte who answered. She set aside her knitting needles and bowed her head.
Justine sat beside Grace and closed her eyes. Seeing how shaken she was, Grace took the younger woman’s hand in her own. Justine held on tightly.
Pastor Flemming’s prayer was brief, but it brought Grace a sense of peace. She didn’t know what the outcome would be, but for the first time she was ready to leave that with God.
When Pastor Flemming finished, the small group whispered, “Amen.”
The prayer affected them all. Jack looked more composed and so did Justine. Charlotte picked up her knitting needles. Grace found herself breathing normally again.
They chatted amicably with Pastor Flemming for a few minutes until he said, “I’ve got a meeting, so I’d better leave now.” He got to his feet.
Jack stood, too. “I can’t thank you enough for stopping by.”
The pastor nodded and patted Jack’s shoulder affectionately. “We can’t always know what the future holds, but we know Who holds the future.”
“That we do,” Charlotte concurred, her fingers busy.
“Remember,” Pastor Flemming said, “if there’s anything you need, day or night, call me.”
“Thank you again,” Grace told him, grasping his hand as they exchanged goodbyes. “Please pray for her.”
“Of course,” he promised. “Olivia is in my prayers, as she is in yours.”
He left soon afterward and the small gathering continued their visit, newly energized or so it seemed to Grace. As they talked, Jack reached sheepishly inside his pocket for a hand-held gadget.
“What’s that?” Justine asked, looking over his shoulder.
“Video poker,” Jack mumbled. “Bob Beldon bought it for me. He said it’d help distract me while Olivia’s in surgery.”
Justine planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “You mean to say my mother’s fighting for her life in there and you’re going to sit here playing video games?”
“Uh …” Jack hesitated, then nodded decisively. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Oh.” Justine paused. “Do you think they have those in the hospital gift shop?” she asked, breaking the tension.
Grace burst into laugher, and so did Justine and Jack. Charlotte looked up, but didn’t seem to understand the joke. They were still chiding one another when the surgeon entered the waiting room.
Simultaneously they all stood, their laughter instantly cut short. Every eye was on Dr. McBride.
The silence seemed to pulse through the room.
“We were fortunate to have detected the tumor when we did,” he began.
“Do you mean it hasn’t metastasized?” Grace asked in a hushed voice.
“No, it doesn’t look like it. The margins seem to be clear. We’ll have to wait for the final diagnosis to be sure, but we sent tissue down to the lab during surgery, and according to the pathologist, there appears to be no lymph node involvement.”
“Thank God,” Jack whispered. And then, as if his knees had given out on him, he sank back into his chair.
Tears formed in Grace’s eyes and she hugged Justine. Sniffling, Justine hugged her back.
“I knew it all along,” Charlotte said righteously. She, too, sat down and once again her knitting needles started clicking. “I told you, didn’t I?”
“Olivia’s oncologist has scheduled a regimen of chemotherapy and radiation treatments for her,” the surgeon said.
Grace hardly heard a word after that.
Her friend had always been a survivor. Cancer was just one more obstacle Olivia would surmount with her unyielding grit and determination.
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