My mom's 83 and she doesn't speak English. When I FINALLY got my diagnosis I wondered how she'd respond and worried about how I'd explain it in an understandable way. She said, "Oh, your dad had that, not good". She was also thrilled that it explained so much of the medical mystery that has ripped apart the last decade of my life. "Thank God" she said, "at least THAT won't kill you..... you still smoking?" God bless dear old mom!