Last week, I turned 42 years old. In my head, I can still eat anything I want and do anything I want, because I’m 25 years old and invincible. But somewhere along the line, my body stopped listening. I never imagined I would have any kind of cancer and certainly not in my early 40s.Like most women, I vaguely understood that I would need a mammogram every year, especially after turning 40. I did