(Kate Motaung’s topic for five-mutes of uninterrupted writing today is “break.” Perhaps you’d like to join us too?)
You will not break me, Alzheimer’s. I will not give in to your demands and lose myself. You have broken Boris, taken away his personality, memory and abilities until he is almost an empty shell beside me, but I will fight you to the end of his life.
In the beginning, when it was almost impossible for either one of us to cope, you had the upper hand. I would pace the house — even the street — at night, unable to eat or sleep or make sense of it all, holding onto the edge with my fingertips to keep from falling.
But I did not fall. With time and the help of friends who stayed by me, I was able to hold on, and I am still standing my ground against you. I grieve as my life changes, but I am not broken.