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Jim Papoulis pushes hard on the accelerator, racing through the blackness back to Manhattan from the eating-disorder clinic in Princeton, where his frail and delirious wife, Stephanie, is sobbing on the floor.

He runs into their Upper West Side brownstone on this late June night, riffles through Stephanie's purse, and plucks out a business card.

Holding his breath, he punches the digits into the phone. It's 9:30 at night.

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Crazy, he knows. But he's a desperate man.

"Do you remember my wife, Stephanie Martini?" Jim asks Dr. Mehmet Oz, of Oprah fame. Though Dr. Oz had only met Stephanie briefly, at a luncheon the previous May, of course he remembers her, he says.

Stephanie Martini is not someone you forget. "I need your help," Jim says as the tale tumbles out of his mouth.

In just a few short weeks, Stephanie has morphed from a vivacious, energetic, brilliant woman, Jim says, to a person who has trouble speaking, eating, and walking.

She's been in and out of the hospital,