Leslie Jubilee    19/23   

Leslie Jubilee: Photo 19 of 23

1. my face (daily)

"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep." I passed a sister survivor leaving Weinberg after my daily radiation treatment. Maybe that was her husband who pushed the wheelchair. Her head was covered with one of those turbans we women sometimes sport when we are bald. Dark circles collided with her cheekbones and tiredness staggered toward the corners of her mouth...but her eyes swept to the millimeter of newly grown hair twirled against my scalp, and her gaze mustered strength. I remember my days of complete baldness and how heartened I felt when I saw a woman with her hair just growing back after chemo. It was as if that woman with her new hair was making a promise to me. I thought, "so there is an end to this, after all," and now I know I have promises to keep.