“for months Fred would say the name Sandy when we made love. I could have killed him. He said I was hearing things and he still denies it, but when he was really passionate, he used to say Sandy.” With a red face, Sandra leaned toward Karen and whispered, “Jim always calls me Sandra, but in bed he calls me Sandy.” As Jim blushed and took his wife’s hand, Sandra added, “In fact, since the transplant he never says my name at all, but he is much more romantic and much less macho. I’d say he donated his type A heart and got a type B version.”