These days, my father is saying :
"Ich bin nisht mer kein mensch." I am no longer a man.
"Ich hab nisht mer kein koach." I no longer have any strength. (This has changed from the previous : "Ich hab nisht kein koach." I have no strength.)
This dear man, in spite of those horrible, and often panic-stricken moments of confusion (due to the anti-seizure medication, the great number of seizures he'd experienced, and thus the trauma on his body and brain, and the lying in bed for over three weeks) as to where he is and what he's doing there, and where has my mother/siblings/niece and nephews gone still has his moments of clarity.
And in that clarity he recognizes his great limitations....his need to depend on others for help -- to shave him, to help him complete basic everyday tasks, such as eating and going to the bathroom and moving in the bed and learning to walk all over again.
Human strength is a wondrous thing. Human frailty is not.
(Please continue to daven for Yaakov Arieh ben Chaya Malka...to regain that wondrous mental and physical strength of his and let him go home again.)
7 comments:
alehvay ohmein...tfu tfu tfu
He is still in my prayers every day. Refuah Shelema!!!
He remains in my thoughts and tefilos. We should hear besuros tovos.
It's hard to watch someone we love go through this... My prayers are with you and your father.
I'm a couple of days behind in my commenting, but just wanted to say my thoughts are still with you as well. May your dad be back to his old self soon!
I'm a little behind in commenting too but I have been thinking about you and praying for your dad everyday. Refuah Shelama.
Likewise behind the times, but I do wish your father a refuah shleimah, bi-m'herah.
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