At the moment you are small
A tiny little thing within my breast
With aspirations to be bigger
A dictator in my cells
If you grow
You'll be the nightmare
Of all my waking moments
You'll devour me from inside
As you begin to swell
It might be you do nothing
But live amongst my tissue
Content just to stay
A tiny thing - who can tell
I can only wait
To see the choice you make
So I beg you - please don't grow
Or for my breast it is
Farewell .......
(C) Pixievic
Results are an early indication of something that may become cancerous. It may not do anything but if it gets any bigger or changes significantly they will take it out. Its a faulty **** - send it back I say ......!