Nick Telesca, a 72-year-old substitute teacher, got home from work at 5 p.m. and marched straight upstairs to his tiny North Hollywood apartment, ready to begin his second job. The woman he loves is dying, and he is trying to make her as comfortable as possible.
"So, Carol, we're going to get you into the bathroom, change your diaper, sit you up and feed you so I can give you your meds," said Telesca, who was wearing the Old Navy sweatshirt he worked in that day at a Catholic school in the San Fernando Valley.
Telesca had emailed me a few days earlier to say the financial, physical and emotional stress on him was mounting.
"My wife is dying of a brain...