My breast cancer journey did not start with a routine mammogram. It began when my youngest daughter and I were on our way to my grandson’s soccer tournament. What started out as a beautiful morning took a quick and harrowing turn. We were involved in a terrible car accident on the interstate with an 18-wheel tractor-trailer. One moment, we were careening across the highway, and the next, we found ourselves in the emergency room with severe injuries. I was diagnosed with a burst fracture in my back, and my daughter suffered a traumatic brain injury.