I grew up with PFAS. I was born on a military base in Michigan that used Aqueous Film Forming Foam (AFFF) loaded with the toxic compounds. Later in life, I lived on another military base in Texas that trained the Air Force Firefighters. Affectionately called “Fire Dogs,” their constant training meant near-daily use of that same fire-fighting foam full of PFAS compounds. In 2010, three years before I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I moved to Brunswick County, NC, near where chemical-giant Chemours had been polluting the water source with PFAS for 30 years – unbeknownst to the people using that water source, of course.