She holds her downcast and balding head in her almost translucent hands, her agony incomprehensible. Her naked breast is robbed of its nipple, a five-inch scar in its place. See my disease. The visitors emerge one by one. Others grasp hands, their eyes toward the pavement.
Women hug each other.
They hold their children for long moments. We're so fortunate. As they walk down the steps, away, they pass a woman they know intimately but would never recognize. Sue sits hugging her knees to her chest, hidden behind sunglasses and a wide hat that covers her renewed tresses of curly amber hair. I did the exhibit because I wanted to personalize breast cancer.