Life
I was seventeen years old, how could this happen to me. Growth to four inches over what seemed like a night. Doctors could not figure out what it was, what was hurting me so much. One hot summer day, I had surgery. A few days later, I sadly learned the verdict. I was diagnosed with pre-cancerous tumors in my right breast. I had to cut my caffeine intake unlike all my friends. What teenage girl wishes to have the cure to many broken hearts, chocolate, taken away. My faith grew, I learned I will survive. Life will go on. No matter what.
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