I share this story today as a tribute to Jennifer and as a shout-out to those individuals and organizations supporting the new guidelines for mammography, which propose conducting screening mammography later in life and with less frequency.
I signed up for this surgery because of my mom. Her too-soon death from breast cancer silenced her, but it wasn't going to silence me. This day I was staring into the untamed maw of the disease and finally talking back -- for me, for my husband and for my children.
With five little words, my doctor confirmed what I had always feared, but what I had prepared myself to hear. At 30 years old (and exactly three months before my wedding), I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Questioning whether early detection does more harm than good sometimes makes me feel like a traitor to the pink-ribbon sisterhood, and I take some comfort in the fact that public opinion is finally catching up with me.