At night during a shower I stopped my hand noticing a hard lump on my left breast. I needed three fingers to cover it. ‘It is pretty big,’ I thought. It is hurting if I touch it. The equation, a lump= breast cancer, immediately popped up, but since I also have read somewhere that breast cancer didn’t hurt, I denied that equation. slipping into the bed, I told George, my husband, who was already resting, about the lump, and fell asleep.