The warm spray of the hand-held shower nozzle washes across my back. My thigh muscles clench tightly as the soapy loofah brushes over them. White knuckles recede as my death-grip on the silver grab-bar becomes tenuous thanks to the sudsy build-up between my fingers. The water in my eyes burns and stings. My right eyebrow has an itch that won’t quit. On the tip of my nose, an agonizing drop of water.
What I wouldn’t do for functioning arms, hands, and fingers.
The Adventures of ALS Boy 
I am speechless in my awe of you.
What i wouldn’t do to help return those functions to you, Jason. My frustration with my own limitations in assisting you are profound….yet your awareness of the finest details of life is also profound, and you seem to savor most every drop…well except for the itching, stinging, burning…