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 ......!