Mozart

I remember it well, 1991.

It was the year Mozart died, 200 years before, on 5 December. That night I went to a meeting of my brethren in Geneva. One of them, a renowned physician, gave a masterful presentation on what he died of, Mozart, a fellow-mason. Towards the end, the doctor asked himself the question of how, today, a patient with the same symptoms would have been treated in a modern hospital. He held up a small box of pills; antibiotics to be taken over a period of two weeks, for the sum total of 12 Swiss francs and 50 centimes. Had they been available in 1791, Mozart would have lived to compose many more operas, concertos and symphonies.

Lara need not die of what she is suffering from. It won't even take 200 years before they find a more reliable cure for AML than pumping randomized poisons into your body while telling you not to go fall off the deep end. I will live to see that day, mark my word. And I will be very very angry at the evolution of medical history. And very very sad for having lost a beautiful wife through bad timing.