Cancer Took MY Breasts It Didn't Take My Power, My Purpose, Or My Voice November 2006–November 2026. TWENTY YEARS! I made a promise to tell my cancer story every year until I leave this body or a cure is found, whichever comes first. Twenty years ago today, I lay on an operating table at Piedmont Hospital, having both breasts removed following a breast cancer diagnosis. My mother died of ovarian cancer at 43. My grandmother was diagnosed with uterine cancer at 82. I expected cancer from the bottom, not the top—no pun intended! Diagnosed with early-stage DCIS, I chose a bilateral mastectomy. I also chose to go flat. My breasts never defined my womanhood, sexuality, beauty, or worth. TWENTY YEARS LATER, I'M STILL HERE! I share my story because early detection, bodily autonomy, and equitable healthcare matter, especially for Black women and aging Black lesbians. Cancer is part of my story, but it does not define me. There is still injustice to confront, inequality to dismantle, and GOOD TROUBLE TO MAKE! And I'll keep going—DEFIANTLY! 💜 Mary Anne Adams, Founder & Executive Director, ZAMI NOBLA Pictured: Me shortly after my bilateral mastectomy, November 2006. #BreastCancerSurvivor #BlackLesbianHealth #ZAMINOBLA