CRANK

My right arm is thinning out. I try to open a can of cranberry sauce but discover (like the shock of realizing you've been robbed in the night) I'm too weak to turn the crank. This is why I find it hard to concentrate: it's hard to hold a concept of who I am.

I'm conditioned to think that I can fix myself, get better, next month is a better me - I have time. But this is no longer true. In fact, the opposite is true for me. (This is unworkable. This is an impossibility).

I read an article about the Belasco Theatre in the Arts Section.  I then google David Belasco, Mary Pickford, Madame Butterfly, and Puccini.  I forget I can no longer turn the crank of a can opener.