I will never forget the moment I discovered my own breast cancer.
I was in the shower, rushing to get to work, daydreaming about an upcoming vacation, when I felt it: the tiny pebble lodged firmly in my right breast. I just stood there, not breathing, under the water. Would I lose my breasts? Would I get to see my daughter grow up? Finally, after fearing it for so long—knowing the history of breast cancer on both sides of my family, being hyperaware of the one-in-eight risk for all women—I knew my turn had arrived.
