Years ago I worked at a company that was trialling an experimental drug for terminal lung cancer. The drug was vastly expensive and not particularly effective – less than 50 per cent of patients responded, and even among responders it extended life only by a few months. Even so, patients who had exhausted all their options – or rather, their families – were pounding at our doors to get hold of it.
In the internet age nothing stays secret for long and soon families whose relatives were dying of cancers other than those of the lung also started calling us, desperate for this drug. There was no legal way we could give them the medication but some family members persisted and would ring to harangue us on a daily basis.
One particular man struck a nerve. His wife was dying of breast cancer and had only weeks to live – a tragedy for their young family. But during one of his calls the husband revealed an even greater tragedy. This deeply religious woman’s cancer had been diagnosed early, when it was treatable and potentially curable, but she had refused surgery and chemotherapy and instead decided to rely on the ”power of prayer” to cure herself.
Prayer alone did not cure her. By the time her family decided to embrace modern medicine, it was too late.