Almost a decade ago I was a good candidate for cervical cancer. I was young, 24, a smoker and on the birth control pill for almost a decade. While not especially promiscuous, I had had more than one partner and, at that age, thought I was invincible. Until I spent an afternoon in my doctor’s office, wrapped in a paper-thin smock, crying as she mentioned the “C” word – cancer. The reality: I...