Feel Like Makin' Love (Rock and Roll Trilogy #3) by Barbara Stewart Page B
Authors: Barbara Stewart
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heard this once before , and as I stepped in the door just now it came to me, and I thought of you. To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest.
“I like that ; who said it?” Carlee asked thoughtfully.
“Oh, you know, one’a them ‘author unknown ’ or ‘anonymous’ things,” she smiled down at Carlee as she continued her work. “You shine, my dear, and you have to keep that shine on…”
“You’d have been a good mom, Hatchet.”
~ ~ ~
Andy was getting ready , and Geni slipped in the closet to get the book. She looked at the beat-up copy and felt a lump in her throat. She slipped it in her bag and was standing at the dresser looking at one of their wedding pictures that Carlee had displayed as Andy came looking for her.
“You ready ?” Geni asked him.
“I am,” he said, “I’m ready to see my girl.”
“I just talked to her; she sounds good.”
“Let’s go,” he said.
~ ~ ~
Matthew hurried back to Carlee’s room, not wanting her to be alone. When he entered, Hatchet was still with her.
“Just as well you slipped out; I had some business to do with the drain. We’ll change the bandage later, when Doc comes by again.” Carlee was looking the opposite direction, not wanting to observe any part of that experience. “It’s all good,” Hatchet said and patted Carlee’s shoulder. “I’ll see you again in a bit.”
“ Mom just sent a text; they’re on their way. I think she’s going home for a few days. They are running out of clothes, and your Papa ain’t goin’ nowhere…” he smiled.
~ ~ ~
Andy and Geni entered the room quietly. Carlee was dozing again. Matthew rose to hug his mom as Andy leaned to kiss Carlee’s cheek. He sat in the chair beside the bed. When she stirred, he took her hand. “Hey, sweetheart. You look good,” he told her.
“In a strange Medusa kind of way,” she said with a snicker, referring to the hoses from her head and nose. She saw the concern and tried to reassure him. “I’m OK, Papa.”
Geni lean ed to kiss her cheek and slipped the book in the drawer of the table so she could get to it when she was ready.
“What have they told you?” Andy asked, anxiously.
Geni watched him and could see him attempting to show his brave face. She’d learned early on that their relationship was very important to them both; a bond that grew from their losses. She smiled, watching him talking with Carlee.
“Not a lot, really,” Matthew replied. “Basically that she’s not to move much ; they have her on mild pain medicine…”
Carlee saw Andy’s face, “It doesn’t hurt, Papa.”
He squeezed her hand, and Matthew continued. “Her vitals are good…”
“Yes they are,” Hatchet said entering the room. “And we take those readings every fifteen minutes or so.” She looked around the room and turned to Carlee. “Doc’s on his way with the oncologist. You’ll like her. ”
She got busy getting things in order for the doctors’ arrival. Finally, t here was a knock on the door and Dr. Lincoln entered, along with a tall willowy woman with short dark hair wearing a white coat.
“Well,” Dr. Lincoln said, “you look wonderful!”
“I feel pretty good. I’m surrounded by love. Life is good.” Carlee said.
She is one of the most upbeat patients I’ve ever met. Not one ‘poor me’ moment since I met her, Dr. Lincoln thought.
“Carlee, this is Tamara Isaacs; she’s the oncologist on our team. She’s going to talk to you about treatment, but I wanted to talk to you first. What we removed is probably something that has been there for quite a while, and the fact that it has grown is what brought on the symptoms that led you to us. The pressure, swelling, and position of the tumor caused those nasty headaches and nausea.”
“ Oncologist. I see. Will there be radiation or chemotherapy?” she asked.
“ Dr. Isaacs
“I like that ; who said it?” Carlee asked thoughtfully.
“Oh, you know, one’a them ‘author unknown ’ or ‘anonymous’ things,” she smiled down at Carlee as she continued her work. “You shine, my dear, and you have to keep that shine on…”
“You’d have been a good mom, Hatchet.”
~ ~ ~
Andy was getting ready , and Geni slipped in the closet to get the book. She looked at the beat-up copy and felt a lump in her throat. She slipped it in her bag and was standing at the dresser looking at one of their wedding pictures that Carlee had displayed as Andy came looking for her.
“You ready ?” Geni asked him.
“I am,” he said, “I’m ready to see my girl.”
“I just talked to her; she sounds good.”
“Let’s go,” he said.
~ ~ ~
Matthew hurried back to Carlee’s room, not wanting her to be alone. When he entered, Hatchet was still with her.
“Just as well you slipped out; I had some business to do with the drain. We’ll change the bandage later, when Doc comes by again.” Carlee was looking the opposite direction, not wanting to observe any part of that experience. “It’s all good,” Hatchet said and patted Carlee’s shoulder. “I’ll see you again in a bit.”
“ Mom just sent a text; they’re on their way. I think she’s going home for a few days. They are running out of clothes, and your Papa ain’t goin’ nowhere…” he smiled.
~ ~ ~
Andy and Geni entered the room quietly. Carlee was dozing again. Matthew rose to hug his mom as Andy leaned to kiss Carlee’s cheek. He sat in the chair beside the bed. When she stirred, he took her hand. “Hey, sweetheart. You look good,” he told her.
“In a strange Medusa kind of way,” she said with a snicker, referring to the hoses from her head and nose. She saw the concern and tried to reassure him. “I’m OK, Papa.”
Geni lean ed to kiss her cheek and slipped the book in the drawer of the table so she could get to it when she was ready.
“What have they told you?” Andy asked, anxiously.
Geni watched him and could see him attempting to show his brave face. She’d learned early on that their relationship was very important to them both; a bond that grew from their losses. She smiled, watching him talking with Carlee.
“Not a lot, really,” Matthew replied. “Basically that she’s not to move much ; they have her on mild pain medicine…”
Carlee saw Andy’s face, “It doesn’t hurt, Papa.”
He squeezed her hand, and Matthew continued. “Her vitals are good…”
“Yes they are,” Hatchet said entering the room. “And we take those readings every fifteen minutes or so.” She looked around the room and turned to Carlee. “Doc’s on his way with the oncologist. You’ll like her. ”
She got busy getting things in order for the doctors’ arrival. Finally, t here was a knock on the door and Dr. Lincoln entered, along with a tall willowy woman with short dark hair wearing a white coat.
“Well,” Dr. Lincoln said, “you look wonderful!”
“I feel pretty good. I’m surrounded by love. Life is good.” Carlee said.
She is one of the most upbeat patients I’ve ever met. Not one ‘poor me’ moment since I met her, Dr. Lincoln thought.
“Carlee, this is Tamara Isaacs; she’s the oncologist on our team. She’s going to talk to you about treatment, but I wanted to talk to you first. What we removed is probably something that has been there for quite a while, and the fact that it has grown is what brought on the symptoms that led you to us. The pressure, swelling, and position of the tumor caused those nasty headaches and nausea.”
“ Oncologist. I see. Will there be radiation or chemotherapy?” she asked.
“ Dr. Isaacs
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