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  • Once upon a time, there was a girl, named Penelope Graham, and she recently found out, that... SHE'S CURED FROM CANCER!!!!!! Everyone got so excited when they heard the good news. She couldn't believe it. She thought she was going to die. Brianna Beckett, Penny's best friend, was shocked. Everyone had such a different response to this news.

โ€”โ€” One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least somebody's listening, is what I always told myself, before and after surgeries. I'm jealous of my parents, I'll never have a kid as cool as them. But, after the chuckles, I had to prepare for my ear removal.โ€”โ€”


Our Father's, were said. Hail Mary's prayed.

A whole Rosary done, and started one of Latin.


โ€”โ€”The surgeons came to take me away. My mom, kissed my cheek, and my left ear as well. She whispered a word into the deaf ear, and sobbed. My dad came in, and chuckled. "Look how far you've come! " is all he said. Beckie and Gracie, my sisters came in, to wish me good luck.

More prayers were prayed, and tears of joy, galore. "BEEP, RING RING, BEEP, " was all I, heard, and then the lights turned out. โ€”โ€”


After, the surgery, I couldn't breathe, when I woke up. I looked like a different person. "Will I ever be able to talk, again?" I asked myself. I close, my eyes, and sigh. "I want my ear back. I WANT MY EAR BACK. I don't wish I could relive any parts of my life. Other than the part, when I had two ears, of course. Doctor. Philipino, comes in. "Ah! You're awake!" She grabs a clipboard, that was on the side of my cot, and writes some things down.


"๐“ฆ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ฎ ๐“พ๐“น, ๐“ช๐“ฝ 3:14 ๐“น๐“ถ, ๐“™๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฎ 4, 2020. ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป. ๐“ข๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ต. ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“บ๐“พ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ป๐“ธ๐”€๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ต. ๐“—๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ง๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฟ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ด ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“•๐“ช๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฑ ๐“œ๐“ฌ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐“ฝ 3:17 ๐“น๐“ถ. ๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ญ๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต. ๐“๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ญ, ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ. ๐“”๐“ช๐“ป ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ต๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ท๐“ธ ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท, ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“พ๐“ผ ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ป. ๐“ฆ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“น๐“น๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐”ƒ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป, ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฎ, ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ท, ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ต๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ฏ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ. ๐“•๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ช๐“ฝ 3:40 ๐“น๐“ถ.


๐™ฟ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ: ๐“Ÿ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“น๐“ฎ ๐“š๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ ๐“–๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ถ.

๐™ฐ๐š๐šŽ: 12 ๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ผ ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ญ.

๐™ฑ๐š’๐š›๐š๐š‘๐š๐šŠ๐šข: ๐“™๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฎ 6, 2008.

๐™ฟ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ: ๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ถ &๐“•๐“ป๐“ฎ๐”‚๐“ช-๐“œ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ ๐“–๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ถ.

๐™ผ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š—๐š˜๐š : ๐“ง๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฟ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ด, ๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐”ƒ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ต, ๐“•๐“ช๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฑ ๐“œ๐“ฌ๐“’๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฝ, ๐“‘๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ช ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“น๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ถ.

๐™ณ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ: ๐““๐“ป. ๐“ข๐“พ๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ท๐“ช ๐“ฅ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ธ ๐“Ÿ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ธ

๐™ฟ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ; ๐”“๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ข ๐”Ž๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”Š๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ช, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข 2๐”ซ๐”ก.

๐™ผ๐š˜๐š–'๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ:

๐”ฝ-๐•„ ๐•†๐•๐•š๐•ง๐•š๐•’ ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•™๐•’๐•ž

๐™ต๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›'๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ:

โ–€โ–„โ–€โ–„Willy Rixford Grahamโ–„โ–€โ–„โ–€


She puts the clipboard down, and rubs my hair. "We will find a cure, sweet girl. I just know it." Doctor. Philipino tells me. I try to smile, and I don't know what it looks like, but I do know that I tried to smile, and that's what matters. Plus, she smiled back! I guess it worked. I don't know.

I gasp for air. Doctors get called in immediately. They put more I.V.s on me, to give me air and fluids. "Her ear, has a bad infection now. Grab a clipboard, Dr. Philipino, now!" Doctor Mildsworth shouts. He's now screaming at all the doctors. "Get her family in here, get fluid tracked by weight of how it's going in, write this and that on the clipboard, give her Fuzzfilqo now!" Dr. Mildsworth shouts. "Her family is having twins, we did the fluid tracking half an hour ago, and we don't have much Fuzzfilqo left." The doctors explain. "Oh my, Gosshhhhhh! Nothing in this f****ing world is possible, is it?" Dr. Mildsworth sits down, and has a mild panic attack. "Whoof, hoooof, huh." He breathes so heavily, the other doctors grab him water, Liquid Shaundrin, and a towel. (Because he's sweating and breathing so heavily)






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