My name is “Breast Cancer” in Chinese and “Mammary Carcinoma” in English, which comes from a long, long time ago. The earliest name was “Breast Rock”, which was mentioned by Chen Ziming in the Southern Song Dynasty in his book “The Complete Good Recipe for Women”, and after that, people kept naming me due to their fear of me, such as “Milk Rock”, “Stone Milk I was named “milk rock”, “stone milk”, “flowering pomegranate hair” and “breast stone” until 1171 AD, when I was given the name “breast cancer”. I am one of the most common malignant tumors in human beings and one of the malignant tumors in women. According to human statistics, my favorite places to visit are North America and Northern Europe, followed by South America and Southern Europe, with relatively few coming from Asia, Latin America and Africa. In fact, they do not know that when human beings found me, I have been living in her body for about 12 years, for Asia is not that I go less, but no one can find me, huh. In recent years, with the development of China’s medical level, my chances of being discovered have increased greatly. In 2010, the incidence rate of breast cancer in Chongqing was 58.3/100,000, ranking the first among female malignant tumors. With the development of medical science and technology and the specialist’s awareness of me, my survival space is getting smaller and smaller. Through surgery, I lost my home, but I was not completely wiped out, I sought around for a place to stay, hoping to rebuild my home, but the advent of standardized chemotherapy made me no hiding place, the whole body where I could go; chemotherapy drugs were waiting for me there, my power By the end of chemotherapy, I was already very weak, and at this time the breast doctors still refused to let me go, cutting off my food by mentioning the patient’s own immunity and targeted therapy drugs, and for the next few decades I survived in the cracks, waiting for the day I could stop wandering. Living in the present, although I was miserable, there were times when I was more fortunate. When the breast specialist found me, they told the patient, but due to the patient’s ignorance and ignorance, thinking that the doctors were all lying or the treatment process was too painful, they gave up the treatment. In the following days, it was my happiest life, when they really realized the pain I was causing, the breast specialist had There was nothing more they could do for me, and that was my life.