Pink Ribbon Nation: Coming Out of the Cancer Closet

I never saw it coming. Never even thought about it. What do you do when you suddenly belong to a club no one wants to join?

Every July, for decades, I dutifully appeared for my annual mammogram. Joining a roomful of suburban ladies, I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone while waiting for my name to be called. Once summoned, I followed the appointed technician like a…