Before any of those achievements, I was just another teenager in high school. Those years, at least for me, were some of the more difficult times academically. My loving parents emigrated from Mexico at the ages of nineteen and twenty and raised me in a country completely new to them. Learning to read and speak a new language on my own, especially growing up in a Spanish-speaking home with parents that knew little to no English was a challenge on its …show more content…
When my parents and I discovered that the mammogram was inconclusive, the fear rose, question and many scenarios crossed our minds. The doctor requested an ultrasound of the tissue and that was my first exposure to sonography. Anxiety and confusion were the only emotions available during my evaluation. It was a dark room and I couldn’t understand what was on the screen nor comprehend how a gray-scale image could be of any use to the doctors. My curiosity kicked in so I began to ask questions but there was only so much I could understand from the images on the screen. She pointed out my ribs, breast tissue, and the mass, but all I could see were odd shapes and a row of circles that, according to her, were my ribs. About a week or two after the exam, the results came in stating that the mass was a benign cyst, allowing my parents and I to sigh in relief. That was one of the most fearful experiences of my life, but years later the same technology and method would reveal one of the best things that have ever happened to my husband and