diagnosed her as having Alzheimer’s. But there was some question in my mind since she had none of the typical physical deterioration. So we went to the Duke University Medical Center, believing we should get the best available second opinion. My heart sank as the doctor asked her to name the Gospels and she looked pleadingly at me for help. But she quickly bounced back and laughed at herself. A little nervous, perhaps, but nothing was going to get her down! We were urged by friends—on average, once