Breast Lumps: What I Wish I’d Known

Last month, I experienced my first-ever mammogram. It wasn’t as much fun as you’d think.

Swathed in a paper robe, I’m positioned in front of a looming machine reminiscent of the creature in Alien. Unlike Sigourney Weaver, I embrace it like an old friend.

“Hug tighter, okay?” directs a cheery technician named Sylvia. She whips my flesh into place with panache, smooshing my…