Tonsils

Jean Saunders

In the spring of 1965, as I neared my ninth birthday, my mother took me to the doctor. I had had a sore throat more than once and didn't have much of an appetite. Someone - everyone - suggested having my tonsils removed. The doctor looked into my mouth and said 'I had large, diseased tonsils; yes it would be better if they were out.'

My mother told people I had large, diseased tonsils. You'll get ice-cream and jelly they all said. It sounded to me like a party. ... (continues)