Tomorrow is my school's homecoming concert. Every year, the alumni and past teachers have the opportunity to come back to my school and play with the top band and jazz band. Every year I look forward to it except for this year. None of my ex-students that I know and care about will be coming back. My husband and kids will be there but probably late....And I will be there, the object of the stares and piteous looks with no back up.
I don't want to be pitied tomorrow night...I don't want to answer questions about my illness or what has happened to me these past several months...But..it's inevitable. I wish I wasn't doing it alone.
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