Help me through another day to face problems known and unknown. Grant me sensitivity and understanding so that I can cope gently with my loved one, who rails at life with bitter accusations and assails me with recriminations that I know have no basis in reality.
The hard words are not really meant for me - the bewildering actions are totally the disordered trauma of this cruelty, this devastating disease that has trapped my loved one in its merciless grasp.
How well I know - but sometimes knowledge fails me and I become frustrated, impatient and unkind -- for Lord, I'm one of your imperfect children, too with a broken heart, a tired body and an oppressed mind -- but I'll go on and on believing, as I hope and pray that somehow, somewhere, there will be a cure one day.
from: Surviving Alzheimer's: A Guide for Families