In September of 2020, I went in to get my very first mammogram. I almost didn’t do it; I had a meeting to get to at work and thought, “No one in my family has cancer, that won’t be what I get," and I was only 41 years old. But I changed my mind and decided I’d better go. Two hours after the mammogram, I got a call. That call was what I would still describe as the scariest part of this entire journey – I could hear the panic in the nurse’s voice as she told me that they’d found a lump and I...