Gloria said. Uncle Jack had been with us on the unit for a couple of days. We were discussing his case at morning meeting. “He keeps picking things out of the air and talking to someone named Felicia.” “That was his dead wife,” I said. Kwan had Uncle Jack’s file open. “Rapid onset, Parkinsonian symptoms, visual hallucinations…Hmm, what do we have here?” he said, looking at Emily. “Dementia. Maybe Alzheimer’s. Possibly Lewy body.” “When do we ever get a definitive diagnosis?” Kwan asked. “There’s a new test,” Emily said. “They’re doing research on it at University Medical Imaging where I’m a research fellow. Dr. Shands’s whole focus is on Lewy body dementia.” “James Shands?” Kwan said. “You know him?” I asked. Kwan pursed his lips. “By reputation.” I’d known Kwan long enough to read his expression. He had reservations about the great Dr. Shands. “If the test isn’t going to change the treatment, why do it?” Kwan continued. “We’ve already got Mr.
