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Personal Narrative: My Fear Of Cancer

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I have been a smoker for over 10 years and even though I have a fear of Cancer I continued to smoke. Almost every two weeks I would perform a self -breast exam on myself just to make sure I didn’t feel any changes. One day I did a breast exam on myself and noticed a change in my breast tissue; this had me very worried. I called my DR to make an appointment, however they asked questions with symptoms I didn’t have. They asked was I 40 and had a mammogram screening, did I see blood from my chest, and any history. The nurse decided without those important key facts that an appointment wasn’t necessary. I didn’t feel comfortable with the decision they made, so I begin to monitor my chest daily. I did a little research of my own to convince the

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