From Fran:"At first I didn't know what was wrong with me, although I suspected. It's not like forgetting; it's different. It's just gone; the thought isn't there. It might come back if someone reminds me, but not necessarily. . . . When I was growing up, I discovered my love of carpentry and always had a screwdriver or a hammer in one hand or another -- I used to be ambidextrous. I could bowl with one hand, then do the same with the other. But since the illness, I no longer am. . . . I've gone from reading novels, to Sports Illustrated, to People magazine, but now I've pretty much given up on reading. I try not to stay totally frustrated; otherwise I wouldn't have a chance to laugh and love. The worst pain I feel is over my children and husband. I don't want them to feel this pain that turns life upside down. I hate that my children will go through this awful disease. And who will be a grandmom for my grandchildren?"