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this was bad. Mary Ann was holding on to my hand so tight my fingers were getting numb. I couldn’ t do anything but stand there shaking. And wait some more.
Dad came back out and sat down in one of the chairs— hard. His face was frozen like he was trying to process everything " It’ s infection," he said. " A bad one too. It’ s one they’ ve rarely seen. Just since we brought her in it’ s spread
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down to her ankle. They’ re going to do surgery right now and amputate her leg. They don’ t know if that will stop the infection from spreading though." He reached out to hold my hands in his. " We can go in and see her for just a minute before surgery. Let’ s go."
I stopped in my tracks. " Dad, is she going to be alright? I know it’ s going to be hard for her, but she’ s going to make it right?" I think I only whispered, but in my head I was screaming. " Right?"
He just kept shaking his head, " They don’ t know honey. They said they’ ll know more after the surgery. Let’ s just go in and see her before she goes. Try to stay positive, ok?"
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