That's a Lump
There’s a four-inch scar closer to my heart than I’m comfortable with. My aunt came to me in my dream telling me to check my breast and there it was. Tiny, but very real.
“Let’s monitor it.”
Three months later. “You didn’t know she has cancer?” someone asked her in a dream.
I checked it again. It had tripled in size.
Terror, biopsies, too many ultrasounds to count, enough tears to fill the Nile, one complicated surgery and a full year before a benign diagnosis - life has never been the same.
Check your breasts and tell other women to check their breasts. This is life or death, even a difficult life is better than an untimely death.