Chapter 6
"Hey, Mom. It's me."
Spinner entered Irene's house with arms full of groceries. He knew she was so tired from the last round of chemo that she was not able to go shopping.
"Hey, Gavin, sweetheart. What would I do without you?"
"Are you taking care of yourself, because I don't know what I would do without you?"
Irene was trying so hard to stay positive, but she truly felt that she was losing her fight. Her oncologist had told her that the bone transplant would have to happen soon, or she was going to longer be a candidate for the procedure. She wanted desperately to see her grandchild's birth. Cancer had already taken so much from her when she lost her husband, plus she came close to losing Gavin to cancer. Why did it have to take becoming a grandmother away from her too?
"No. No. She told herself. I can beat this. I WILL BEAT THIS!"
"Mom?"
"Sorry, son. I was just thinking."
"What is wrong? Did your doctor tell you something new at your appointment yesterday?"
"No, it is just I was wondering what color quilt to make my grandchild?" she lied.
"Oh. Well Emma and I are going to announce the sex at dinner tomorrow night to the whole family."
"I understand. I am so excited. Oh, also, my friend from the hospital called and said she had finished ironing out all the details for the benefit next week. Honey it means so much to me that you and Emma thought of me enough to host this thing."
"Mom, we would do anything for you. Anyway, we will see you tomorrow. I will swing by and pick you up around 6:00. I have to get back to work now. I just wanted to bring you your groceries."
"Thank you so much, son."
"I love you, Mom," as he closed the door.
The doorbell rang a few minutes later. Irene answered it and found a tall, thin dark-suited man standing on the other side of the threshold. He was holding a briefcase that held the papers Irene was trying so hard to convince herself she did not need. She did not want to admit she was starting to lose hope, but she also knew she needed to prepare for the worst case scenario. When her husband passed away several years back she had not been ready for the tragedy and the hectic legal nightmare. She did not want to leave Gavin and Kendra in the same boat.
"Ms. Mason, I brought the papers we discussed. I figured we get them signed as soon as possible so everything has time to be processed and notarized."
"Come on in. I will make you some coffee."
She knew that signing these papers meant to a certain extent that she did not plan to make it through this battle, but she loved her family to much not to make these preparations. She was willing to do anything for them.