She is draped in purple, preening herself in the company of her Auntie Lisa, who is blow drying her hair. They gossip and sample cosmetics. Jordan angles to the side and tilts her head with a healthy embelishment of feminine sass. She is having the time of her life. Her skin shines. Her cheeks blush. Her eyes charm on cue. This is why she survives. This is the life that is on her side as she kicks cancer’s sorry butt.

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