On the news this morning there was a wonderful story about a child recovering from a coma.
They had considered this to be a time to say goodbye and then the doctors suggested trying a new treatment and it worked! It worked so well, that the hope, indeed the plan is for a full recovery.
It's fantastic! The mother said, it is a miracle, it is down to God and all the prayers that people were saying.
I truly, truly wished she had also said, that it is down to funding and research that such cutting edge treatments can be discovered, tried and have an opportunity to succeed.
It is down to the incredible work of doctors, nurses, researchers who ask "what if we did this?" It is down to all the hours spent in a classroom and a lab. It is all the people who allow themselves in their journey to death to sign a form and say "yes, you can use me as a guinea pig on the chance of finding a cure."
It is down to the millions of people who organize and sign up for walks or runs or bake offs in an attempt to raise money so that more research can be obtained, during a time when some people cannot afford to buy a headache pill let alone medical insurance.
If I cannot blame God when the doctors shake their heads at me remarking "well, we are not sure" then I can not rejoice when medicine finally has a break through.
There are no miracles, just fantastic, wonderful, amazing successes. For that I celebrate.
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