DIARY OF MY HUSBAND'S ILLNESS: DEAR ALZHEIMER'S:
Sat. April 30 '05
He Says
I'm so weary, so overwhelmed
by the weariness.
I rub his toes, his feet.
Ahhh, that feels good, he says
but then I begin deep muscle massage
and no no, too much pressure,
he says. I go gentle again,
and he relaxes back into himself
Do you want to come down for breakfast?
Oh, no, that's the last thing I want.
My hips, my legs. My thighs.
I can't get up today. I don't know why
I'm so weary. Are you hungry?
No, no. I'm weary,
so weary ...
-Esther Altshul Helfgott
