Not ever at my life does I think that I can be identified with breast cancer. It never crossed my thoughts while I found my mom struggle her own battle with this and then, pass away four years later after getting diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Years later on, my sister would be detected with cancer of the breast. Living in one other state, I did not witness her struggle, however I had been overcome with the same fear and sadness that I got got with our mother.
I didn't examine myself regularly, but when I had I seriously did not know what I wanted. Had been I experience the "fatty" tissue or had been I feeling something which I ought to be concerned with?