breast cancer

It was at berkeley. We were moving into the room. Taylor and jessie weren't there. It was the stairs but it was more like a lighthouse. With glass windows. I remember some hint of geometric abstract art. I was going to smoke maybe. I was in looking at my naked body. This was somewhere else. There were holes in my breasts. I figured I had breast cancer. I felt them and then looked at my mother and said, "oh my god there's a lump!" I was more concerned for her sake than mine. I looked again and realized when the holes grew I would just have no breasts. I remembered that I didn't even like them. I was more worried about not having nipples.