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ownstairs to get her coat. Frank had gone out to warm up the car, and Phoebe headed out the door with a glance back at the grandfather clock, which showed 8:30 AM.</p><p id="58bc">Frank drove and asked Phoebe how she felt. She replied, “I would feel a lot better if I could have had my morning coffee”.</p><p id="5410">“I know, sweetheart. This will be over soon.”</p><p id="7273">“Was that your mom you were talking to on the phone last night?”</p><p id="65c7">“Yes. She said she is praying for me.”</p><p id="f0f5">“I’m sure she is,” Frank said as they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.</p><p id="afc3">Frank put his arm around Phoebe as they walked in the entrance. “I know this was a hard decision, Phoebe, but just know I am right here for you.”</p><p id="c50e">Frank was told to sit in the waiting room while they took Phoebe back for surgery.</p><p id="08dd">Three hours later Frank walked into Phoebe’s room carrying a beautiful bouquet of red roses. He leaned over the bed and gave Phoebe a kiss.</p><p id="9a65">Tears ran down Phoebe’s cheeks as she said, “Th

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ey’re gone Frank. I don’t have breasts anymore.”</p><p id="9a21">“Sweetheart, you are so beautiful to me. You don’t need breasts for me to love you the rest of our lives. The good thing is the cancer is gone. That is all I care about as the thought of losing you is unbearable.”</p><p id="072d">Trisha Faye is a happy writer on Medium who has a quickly growing publication, <a href="https://medium.com/good-vibes-club">Good Vibes Club</a> designed to promote joy and positivity. I am publishing many articles with her.</p><p id="c729">Thank you for reading my article. Become a member today, and read all you want each month for <a href="https://medium.com/@Pamels99/membership">$5</a>. If you use my subscription link, I will receive a small commission at no extra cost to you.</p><div id="1e74"><pre>Copyright©<span class="hljs-number">2023</span> Pamela Oglesby Facebook, Hubpages, Twitter, Instagram, Linkedin Become <span class="hljs-selector-tag">a</span> Medium member today or Buy me <span class="hljs-selector-tag">a</span> cup of coffee! ❤️</pre></div></article></body>

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

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Thank you to Ravyne Hawke for providing the quote listed below as a prompt for March that can be fiction, poetry or an essay.

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

― Pablo Neruda

Phoebe’s Story

Phoebe pulled the covers up over her head. She didn’t want to get out of bed at all. She heard her husband down in the kitchen, but she still wasn’t moving. Finally, Frank came to the door as said, “Come on, Phoebe. It’s time.”

Phoebe grudgingly sat up and proceeded to get out of bed. Frank said, “Don’t worry honey, everything’s going to be alright.”

Phoebe finished her shower, dressed and headed downstairs to get her coat. Frank had gone out to warm up the car, and Phoebe headed out the door with a glance back at the grandfather clock, which showed 8:30 AM.

Frank drove and asked Phoebe how she felt. She replied, “I would feel a lot better if I could have had my morning coffee”.

“I know, sweetheart. This will be over soon.”

“Was that your mom you were talking to on the phone last night?”

“Yes. She said she is praying for me.”

“I’m sure she is,” Frank said as they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.

Frank put his arm around Phoebe as they walked in the entrance. “I know this was a hard decision, Phoebe, but just know I am right here for you.”

Frank was told to sit in the waiting room while they took Phoebe back for surgery.

Three hours later Frank walked into Phoebe’s room carrying a beautiful bouquet of red roses. He leaned over the bed and gave Phoebe a kiss.

Tears ran down Phoebe’s cheeks as she said, “They’re gone Frank. I don’t have breasts anymore.”

“Sweetheart, you are so beautiful to me. You don’t need breasts for me to love you the rest of our lives. The good thing is the cancer is gone. That is all I care about as the thought of losing you is unbearable.”

Trisha Faye is a happy writer on Medium who has a quickly growing publication, Good Vibes Club designed to promote joy and positivity. I am publishing many articles with her.

Thank you for reading my article. Become a member today, and read all you want each month for $5. If you use my subscription link, I will receive a small commission at no extra cost to you.

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