Hey y'all, I'm Donna, and I'm Carrie, and we are at Paranormal Chicks.

Sinister sightings, 177, and as you just heard, we don't have an intro for this week,

so if y'all have that as your tier, like one of your benefits, we want to hear from y'all.

And it doesn't have to be super fancy. It just can be like, hey y'all, I'm so-and-so,

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well, what's this tier business you're talking about? And how do I get on that tier? Head on

over to patreon.com slash the APC podcast and peruse. Okay, this one's called a little less than

two weeks, a little backstory. I've always been sensitive since I was a small child. I can always

sense when things will happen. I can't always tell what they are, but I can tell that something

will happen. When my brother was approximately 18 or so, he develops grandma seizures. Keep

in mind, he and I are only 26 months apart, so we were always close. We would fight just

like your typical brother's sister, but I would always mother him. I helped my mom with

him when he was a very sick child. He was my baby brother. He was my baby. It's always

been in my nature to take care of him. He was born with blood tumors all over his body.

Doctors say if they had skinned him and scraped his bones, they still wouldn't get them all. He

had his first operation at 17 days old, a double hernia operation, and his first of many tumor

removals. This one from his neck. Over the years, the tumors grew and grew in size. They grew on

the inside. You barely knew anything was going on from the outside, but we all knew. The tumor

grew legs or arms, if you will. It was silently killing him, wrapping their many legs around

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