Personal Narrative-A Tumor In My Breast

My mother and I had just walked out of the clinic where minutes before the doctor had told me, in what was probably his most soothing voice, that I had a tumor in my breast.
This was the first negative memory I took with me from a hospital. As we sat in our old pick -up truck, I held onto my thoughts and let the void of silence sit with us.
Months before at the age of fifteen, amidst my busy schedule, I had remembered reading in a health textbook how to perform a breast self-exam. Having pressed my fingers onto my flesh I found the one inch by one inch lump that would be diagnosed, after three devastating months, as a benign tumor.
I cannot lie, the coming months were extremely difficult and the constant questions of “what if this had been