The Dancer

There was a girl.
A fifteen year old dancer.
Dance was her life.
She did almost every style you could imagine: Tap, Jazz, Contemporary, Ballet, etc.
Contemporary was her favorite.
She liked being able to pull her emotions from the inside out.
People would always ask her, "Why do you dance?"
She would say, "Why do you breathe?"

She had her whole life ahead of her..
College after graduation, opening her own dance studio, becoming the person every dancer aspires to be.

Then something happened.

She found a lump.
A lump on her breast that could change her life forever.
She started stressing herself out and crying herself to sleep every night.

She finally went to the doctor.
He told her, "It's probably nothing to worry about. I think it's a cyst."

The doctor was wrong.

Everything she had been planning for..gone.
Her life was over.

My life is over.