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After six visits to the doctor in three months because of recurrent throat infections, Dr. O’Neil stared into my throat, wooden tongue depressor depressed, and announced to my mom, “That’s it. She needs her tonsils out.” I sat on the crinkly-white-paper covered table and tried to hide my excitement. I knew this was the typeContinue reading “The Tonsillectomy”