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...said to him one morning as he pored over charts, "I'd say you were having fun." Well, Grove was kind of having fun--his scientific mind was engaged by the prostate-cancer research. A second doctor offered another opinion: radiation-seed therapy. Grove kept reading. "You know," says Eva, "I was surprised by how he reacted to the disease. Normally he's a baby. Anytime someone has a headache, he's saying, 'Oh, it's cancer.' But this time it really was cancer. He was tough." A third doctor, a third opinion: the best solution is to watch...
...marriage to Eva--the daughters call her "Eva the Saint"--has been the essential constant in Grove's life. He is clearly still nuts about her. There is a world-worn gentleness in their touch. She takes care of him: lays out his breakfast, orders the small details of his life, helps him find whatever he needs. Grove's big eyes--which in meetings can penetrate the skull of an unprepared executive at 50 ft.--are at their softest when he rests them on Eva...
...them are still trying to figure out what to do with all their money. The wealth is a surprise. Eva recalls the day when Grove got options in 1968: "I had higher hopes for Intel than he did. When he got his first options, I thought, 'Hmm. If that gets to be $100, then...' And he said, 'Ach! It's never going to be $100." Try $10,000. The Groves today are worth north of $300 million...
...could almost not care less. Grove doesn't spend his money on planes, giant homes or fast cars. He lives on a relatively modest scale. He and Eva plan to leave their daughters "comfortable," but the bulk of his fortune will go to charity. The Groves have endowed 10 chemistry scholarships at CCNY, made contributions to prostate-cancer funds and supported the International Rescue Committee, which brought Grove from Vienna to America. (He still remembers the day the IRC representative in Manhattan sent him out on Fifth Avenue with a blank check to buy the best hearing aid he could...
...from Grove. He was lucky enough to escape Hungary; good enough to make it to the U.S. Lucky enough to find ccny; good enough to graduate first in his class. Lucky enough to join Intel; good enough to lead it to the top. Lucky enough to marry Eva and have two healthy daughters; good enough to raise them, dancing and smiling, into beautiful American women. That's the kind of life it's been. Andrew Steven Grove, TIME's Man of the Year 1997: lucky, good, paranoid...