I was born the year before the "double-helix" structure was identified. The past three decades have seen remarkable advances in our understanding of how genes work, and I suspect that this may be one of the few instances of "collateral benefit" from the AIDS epidemic. If this treatment works as advertised (and I remember thinking during V's declining months in 2007 that with the accelerating advances in oncology she might have had a fighting chance had the beast first got its claws into her a decade later), what, I wonder, replaces the Big C as the mortal ailment of last resort ("the disease all the others were designed to save us from" as the late John Updike—himself a victim last year—once wrote) for those of us who live long enough? Perhaps that old standby congestive heart failure, or pneumonia, which I remember used to be described as "the old man's friend." I've had pneumonia. With friends like that...
cordially,