Never Wait or it might be too late

Never Wait or It Might Be Too LateJust like any other twelve-year-old girl, I was into singing, make-up, and unfortunately, boys. Oneday in school, I was putting my books into the desk and hit my breast on the desk. The pain I felt thatday was not like any ordinary pain that I had ever felt before. I started thinking okay this will go away ina little while, and I left it alone after that. After a couple of days, the pain did resolve itself, but nowthere was a lump in my left breast. I was afraid, and I had no idea who I could tell. Both my parents werebusy at work, and I knew they would not have time to take me to the doctor. Instead I told mygrandmother. "MA! Can you come here I want to show you something", I said. She entered the roomand said, "Why are you yelling in the house and what? " I told her about the lump, and she looked at meand laughed "Silly girl, you are just getting breasts now, no more boy chest for you" she said laughing, itwas a sign of reliet to hear her say that. After a while the same pain came back and so did the lump. This time, it was different my leftbreast was a bright red color and it was hot to the touch and the lump was there. knew this was not mybreast growing I knew something had to be wrong with me. When the thought of cancer popped in myhead, I ran and told my mom, who later rushed me to the hospital. When we got to the hospital, the waitwas 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 Icould wipe the sweat off my brow now, and I was in the clear.