My eldest sister lost her metastatic breast cancer battle at the age of thirty nine years old

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My eldest sister passed away from breast cancer at the age of 39, before she even turned 40. One day, I came home from work and watched TV with my sister. She mentioned that she had a pimple on her neck, near her collarbone, but she couldn't squeeze it. I touched it; it felt hard, like there was a pimple inside. I told her to ignore it, that it would go away on its own. I forget how long it was, but it didn't go away; instead, it grew larger, smaller than a grain of rice. This time it was harder. My sister said it was strange that it had gotten bigger. At that time, I didn't have much medical knowledge, so I suggested trying some ointment to see if it would go away. After a while, my sister said something was wrong; it seemed to have gotten even bigger and harder. I asked her if it hurt. She said no. I said I would go with her to the hospital to see a doctor. We went to Chung Hsing Hospital together. I waited for her outside. When she came out, she said the doctor had warned her that it might be breast cancer. It wasn't certain yet; they needed a biopsy. This was a complete shock. Nothing seemed wrong, and there was no pain. Breast cancer doesn't usually grow on the surface of the breast when you press on it. Why was it growing below the neck, close to the upper part of the breast? It was so strange. After that, I stopped living with my sisters; they moved out, and we lost touch. Back then, we didn't have cell phones, so we rarely contacted each other, and I forgot about it. She never contacted me again. One day, my second sister told me that my eldest sister had a mastectomy and asked if we wanted to visit her. But she wouldn't let us go to her house. Actually, at that time, everyone was struggling financially. Working people earned very little, and we couldn't help much. Soon, because we didn't have enough money for treatment, she passed away. If the cancer cells spread to the lymph nodes, she would take painkillers when she was in pain. But in the final stages, my second sister told me that she screamed in pain every day, which frightened the children. Without the current health insurance, and without money, she could only endure the pain, living a very miserable life. But I lived too far from her home, and I couldn't even support myself, so I could only watch her suffer. One day, my second sister said that my eldest sister had passed away. When I went to see her, the scene was very similar to my own. My two children, one in the first year of junior high and the other in sixth grade, were burning paper money by her bedside. I was crying, and my brother-in-law told me not to let my tears fall on her, because it would make it hard to leave. And so, such a beautiful woman left us silently. Therefore, I want to tell all women that breast cancer doesn't necessarily grow inside the breast. Sometimes, if you find something hard, like a pimple or a small grain, that isn't painful or moving, seek medical attention immediately. The cure rate is currently very high; many of my friends have recovered. They just need regular follow-ups. It's not as scary as it used to be. Early detection and early treatment are key.