Never Wait or It Might Be Too Late
Just like any other twelve-year-old girl, I was into singing, make-up, and unfortunately, boys. One day in school, I was putting my books into the desk and hit my breast on the desk. The pain I felt that day was not like any ordinary pain that I had ever felt before. I started thinking okay this will go away in a little while, and I left it alone after that. After a couple of days, the pain did resolve itself, but now there was a lump in my left breast. I was afraid, and I had no idea who I could tell. Both my parents were busy at work, and I knew they would not have time to take me to the doctor. Instead I told my grandmother. "MA! Can you come here I want to show you something", I said. She entered the room and said, "Why are you yelling in the house and what?" I told her about the lump, and she looked at me and laughed "Silly girl, you are just getting breasts now, no more boy chest for you" she said laughing, it was a sign of relief to hear her say that.
After a while the same pain came back and so did the lump. This time, it was different my left breast was a bright red color and it was hot to the touch and the lump was there. I knew this was not my breast growing I knew something had to be wrong with me. When the thought of cancer popped in my head, I ran and told my mom, who later rushed me to the hospital. When we got to the hospital, the wait was making me sick in the inside. All I wanted to know was did I have cancer at twelve and why me? When we finally got to the back and were able to talk to the doctor, he said that it was "inflammation" me I did not understand that but, I knew it wasn't cancer. I was happy that it wasn't anything serious I
could wipe the sweat off my brow now, and I was in the clear.