There are days when I wake up and I lie on my bed, with very little movement. In my mind I have convinced myself that the less I move the more things will stay untouched by the unexpected. Sometimes I hope its a bad dream, a disease that will just go away if I can stay still and avoid mirrors. I avoid mirrors to keep the illusion a little longer. Bald heads are tell signs that sickness has visited you. I imagine that I am blissfully caught up in the details of sending my son off to kindergarten or conceptualizing the next article that I will write and just maybe I’m planning a Caribbean getaway for my husband and I. Many times I can remember saying to myself and others, “Other people get sick, I don’t have time to be sick”. So I must not be sick. Then I forget about the hallway mirror and it quickly reflects the glare of my shiny head. I’m back in the present. It is not a good or bad present-just an uncertain one.